Wicked Obsession

19.

Friday, July 19th

Harry can sense that my mood has changed since we left the restaurant. It shows in his cautious actions and the scrutinizing looks he keeps giving to me as we make our way towards the elevator to his apartment.

As the doors close us inside the elevator, he faces me. His eyes searching for my sudden change in mood but I give nothing away. He sighs and sounds annoyed as he asks, "What is wrong Aurora? I haven't even said anything and you're still acting like..."

"Like what?" I snap, ready to blow up at him for his sure to come insult.

He narrows his emerald eyes at my tone. "Like we are the same people we were going into that restaurant. I revealed more to you than I have to anyone, I thought that counted for something."

I scoff and shake my head, unable to look him the eye. Instead I stare at the floor numbers as they change.

"I know nothing about you. All I know is about what you are. You on the other hand know loads about me."

"Aurora look at me."

I shake my head and continue to watch the changing numbers, that is until he reaches across me and presses a button that stops the elevator. I try to press the same button but he quickly snatches my hand away, holding it tightly in his own.

He pulls it towards him so my body faces his. So rather than it be his idea, I roll my eyes and meet his with the most unamused expression I can muster.

"It's not my fault I chose my questions to get to know you. You're the one that was more interested in what I am rather than who I am." He growls.

"That's not even fair and you know it. You're a fucking demon! Something I had no idea was even real until a day ago. It's natural to want to understand something foreign to me."

He laughs humorlessly at my defense, his eyes dark and cold. "You went into that deal with the intention of learning more about me for your damn story. I know you well and you're no damsel in distress so don't pretend to be so fucking harmless."

The truth in his statement falls on def ears, whether he admits it or not he knows why I am acting this way. His promise to break me has not been forgotten so I guess I'll just have to refresh his memory.

"You're right, I'm not a damsel so just do what you're going to do." I spit and throw my hands out to each side. "Because if you're going to break me Harry, I won't allow you to do it on you're terms. It's going to be on mine."

His hands seize my shoulders, shoving me into the wall of the elevator (something I've learned he is extremely fond of doing). The color in his eyes is barely visible and his breaths are ragged.

"You have no fucking idea what you're saying." His tone is venomous and low. "You don't have a goddam clue about what you are talking about."

"How would I know? You haven't told me shit! Why are you sparring me? What makes me so fucking special?" I yell, losing my cool edge.

He shoves away from me, running his hands violently through his curls over and over again. His shoulders are heaving with anger and when he looks back at me, I gasp. The red veins leading to his pitch black eyes are back and he's never looked more deadly.

He slowly walks back to me so that there is no space between our bodies. His breathing is deep and ragged, blowing across my face in menacing gusts. He leans in even closer and lowers his face to mine.

I'm frozen in place as he begins rubbing his cheek against mine, inhaling deeply. He hums in satisfaction, the sound is alarmingly deep and it vibrates my body.