Wicked Obsession

20.

Saturday, July 20th

The first thing that I am aware of is how fucking sore my body is. My arms, legs, and mostly my ass are stiff and the muscles ache from the tremendous "work out" I had last night.

Last night... My eyes open wide and suddenly I'm alert to the fact that Harry is lying next to me, deeply asleep. He is on his stomach with his head is buried into his pillow making his hair drape over his face haphazardly. Both arms extend to either side of him, the one closest to me draping over my side.

Isn't it funny how different people look when they are alone and in such a vulnerable state? It's only something people do when they are completely comfortable in their space. Like they know that nothing within the four walls of their house can harm them. I used to want that for myself, somewhere to call mine and to feel that way but... It's just not in the cards for me.

I gaze longingly at him a moment, jealous that he had that comfort that I never had. My hands aching to touch him but I don't. I'm already fucked up in the head when it comes to Harry. I draw the line at admiring him in the early morning light like some love-struck puppy.

With that I slide out of bed, not bothering to cover up, and walk into his bathroom to start a shower. As the warm water cascades down my body and eases my aching muscles, I think back to last night.

Harry killed Darcy, it was easy to see that her breathing had stopped but I have a feeling that it isn't so easy to kill a demon. Otherwise, the "Hunters", whoever they are, would have disposed of Harry a long time ago. So I wonder how the whole human death works since they are demons. Then there is the fact that Harry is suspicious of who sent her to warn Harry about Zeke.

At first I thought maybe Zeke sent her himself to come over to Harry's house to try to uncover the secret of what "I am". But looking back on it, Zeke has alway been more direct in his advances. First the alley, then the party, this doesn't fit his MO. No there is defiantly more at work here than just Zeke and whoever it is, is carefully hiding in the shadow of Zeke's plan, waiting for the right time.

Then on top of those two problems, I have the whole Liam thing to worry about. He clearly knew something that day we met, and I don't have a doubt in my mind that he knows Harry is a demon. I bet he knows about Zeke too. So it just makes me wonder what his part in all of this is. Could he be the one that sent Darcy? I can't be sure and I have no way to safely contact him, especially since I am under Harry's watchful eye.

Harry... I sigh and lean my head back against the side of his shower. It's no question that I like him but how far do my feelings go I don't know. He keeps saying things about "more" and how he wants to know me but I can't trust him. He is the reason I got pulled into all of this shit. Into the world of demons and hunter, into this strange place where I am no longer in control of my feelings and emotions.

He pisses me off most of the time, with his bossy and controlling behavior but then he has moments where he gets me. It's like he completely understands how I think and cope. Like that night we played together on the piano. I haven't done a duet since my mother died and somehow playing beside him felt comforting.

I push the water out of my hair and shake my confusing thoughts out of my head as I wash my hair and body. Just as the water begins to turn cold, I turn it off and as I step out of the shower I jump in surprise. Harry is standing in the door way in only his boxers, his arms crossed over his chest as his green eyes inspect my wet naked body.

He looks like a Greek god. I haven't fully inspected his body in the light but now that I am... Damn. His toned chest has a butterfly tattoo on the abdomen and two swallows that frame his collar bones perfectly. When My eyes make their way over to his left arm, I'm surprised by the amount of tattoos.