Wicked Obsession

30.

Tuesday, July 30

I can tell it's ridiculously late before I open my eyes. My body feels stiff and I can feel the sunlight on my face. I groan and roll over, stretching my limbs as I open my eyes. Harry is sitting at the little desk in the room facing away from me. He has his laptop in front of him and he is quietly talking on the phone as he types.

I quietly get up and make my way over to him. He turns slightly and gives me a half smile before frowning again. He seems frustrated as he listens, his brow creasing in the center. His hands mindlessly reach for me as he remains concentrated on the call. He grabs my thighs, pulling me to stand between his legs. I rest my hands on his shoulder and play with the fabric of his white t-shirt.

"Just fucking stop talking." He snaps suddenly, reaching his limit. "I'll call you back." Then without another word he hangs up, turning his full attention to me.

"What's going on?"

He shakes his head and rubs his eyes with his pointer finger and thumb. "I don't want to fucking talk about it. He snaps.

"You don't have to be a dick about it." I cross my arms over my chest and lean my body away from him. He is going to have to fucking learn to not take his anger out on me. I won't stand for it.

His green eyes narrow at me and his lips set in a line. "You don't have to be a fucking interrogator all the time."

"You know, just when I think we're getting somewhere—" I tried to shove his hand away from me so I can walk away but he stops me and leans his head into my stomach as both hands grip my hips.

"Fuck, don't leave. I'm sorry baby."

The pet name sends flutters to my stomach but I suppress my smile. "You can't just talk to me like shit because your in a bad mood."

"I know." He sighs, moving to look up at me with those emerald eyes that melt my insides.

"So don't."

"I'm still a demon Aurora. You're trying to bring back humanity in me that has been lost for centuries."

"I understand that but I'm not a demon and you're trying to make me okay with being treated like dirt. You have to learn to be... different."

He smirks at the use of the word and stands up from his position to tower over me.

"I already am different. Two months ago I would've tortured you for talking to me like that, instead I apologized." He's messing with me now, his tone is playful and it's fucking contagious.

I roll my eyes and keep my arms crossed as he tries to pull me into him. He leans down and nips the bottom of my earlobe sending a jolt strait down to my groin. "I'm a "fucking dick" as you so rightly pointed out and I'm trying to be nice because I want you to stay with me.

His breath blows against my ear and I can smell his intoxicating scent. Fuck, he does this every damn time and I won't let him get to me so I keep my arms crossed to maintain the small separation. He chuckles in my ear and kisses just below it.

"Stop being so damn stubborn." He kisses my neck. "I'm doing my best." He kisses the corner of my mouth. "Kiss me."

And I do.