Bound By Obsession

Chapter 2

I stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading over my skin, soothing the tension that had built up throughout the day.

But as the steam rose and my muscles relaxed, I found my thoughts drifting, not to peace, but back to her.

No matter how hard I tried to shake it off, the image of her undressing in her apartment played in my mind like a loop.

I closed my eyes, but it only made things worse. The way she had pulled off that black shirt, the way her pale, bare skin was revealed in the soft light of her room, the perfect contours of her toned body came rushing back, sending a shiver down my spine.

Why can't I stop thinking about her?

It wasn't just curiosity anymore. It was something deeper, something unsettling that stirred inside me. My hand reached for the wall, and groaned in frustration, smacking my palm against the cool tiles. The sound echoed through the small space.

"You have to stop this, Enid," I muttered to myself, shaking my head as if scolding my own thoughts could make them disappear.

But the image of her lingered, taunting me with its intensity.

I sighed heavily, turning off the shower. The water slowed to a trickle, but the heat coursing through me didn't fade as easily.

Wrapping myself in a towel, I stepped out of the bathroom, trying to refocus my mind on the day ahead.

I dressed quickly, putting on a pink shirt, paired with black pants and a denim jacket, I was ready to face the world or at least, that's what I told myself.

My bag was slung over my shoulder, and I moved toward the door, determined to push Wednesday out of my thoughts.

But as I walked past the window, I couldn't resist glancing toward her apartment again. My heart did a strange flip, but the room was empty.

Wednesday wasn't there yet, but that didn't stop my mind from wandering back to what I had seen earlier, to the way her body moved with such graceful precision. My lips parted involuntarily, my breath catching for a moment.

I sighed again, dragging myself away from the window.

Get a grip, Enid.

With a shake of my head, I walked out of my apartment, closing the door behind me, hoping the cool air outside would clear my mind.

As I made my way down the hall toward the building's exit, my thoughts were still a tangled mess. But I wasn't prepared for what happened next.

There she was, standing just outside the door of her apartment, her phone in hand. She looked down at the screen, scrolling through something, her face was blank.

For a split second, I wondered if she had been waiting for me-why else would she just be standing there?

I smiled and walked toward her, trying to ignore the flutter in my stomach.

"Hey there," I greeted, my voice light and casual.

Wednesday glanced up from her phone, her dark eyes locking onto mine.

"Hey," she replied, her tone cold, just as I'd expected.

My gaze drifted to the phone in her hand before returning to her face.

"Were you... waiting for someone?" I asked, curious, trying to keep the conversation going.

She hesitated for a moment, her eyes shifting past me to something behind me.

"Uh..." she trailed off, her voice uncharacteristically uncertain. "He's actually here."

I frowned and turned to follow her gaze. A guy was walking toward us, a smile plastered on his face.