His Obsession

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I'm not sure which is scarier...

                                                        letting get someone too close or pushing them away when they do.

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I've always been the one who loved the dark among me and my sister which was weird because as far as I know kids, especially girls, are supposed to be afraid of the dark and that's not a sexist remark, it's just a true fact. Boys aren't afraid of the dark and I was just like them, I wasn't even a tiny bit afraid, maybe that's why my dad always said, ''she's my son, a brave soul, she fills the void of a son.''

I slept in a pitch dark room with no source of light whatsoever, and no light meant a very, very good night's sleep for me. While my sister, on the other hand, had to have lights on so she could sleep. She apparently was afraid of and I quote, 'The creatures of the dark and I was supremely annoyed by it since me and my sister slept in the same room, and it caused a lot of fights, it got to the point where one day I was close to breaking the night light mom had gotten for her on her head.

When it became clear to both our parents that the constant, almost brutal fights weren't seizing they decided to separate our rooms. I finally had my own room in which I was able to sleep in however and whatever condition I wanted to, but something I wasn't used to getting with the dark was this extreme headache. It seriously felt like my head had been pounded by a ton of bricks that were made of steel.

 My body felt numb and weak, as I climbed out of the darkness and slowly opened my eyes I found myself in my new bedroom which was enveloped in darkness, save for the bedside light I had bought on, whenever Avery would visit, which was quite rare so I didn't have it turned on as much but now that it was, it was making my headache ten times worse.

I look around my room and notice a tall figure slumped in my comfy armchair at the far corner of my room. The figure was a man by looks of his body structure, he seemed to be asleep and looked uncomfortable but the way he was sleeping made it seem like this was the best sleep he had has to have gotten in a long time. 

I'm about to wake up the man and ask him how in the hell he got in here- in my private space AKA my home/ room- when I get a better and a much closer look, I gasp quietly when I see that the man is, in fact, Evan, My Ex-boss. I'm confused for a moment as to how I was in bed and he is here when all the events of the day start to come back to me in form of a flashback and my head starts to hurt again. I groan and the action makes my throat ache, it feels like I haven't drunk anything for ages.

I quietly slip out of my bed, careful not to make a sound that will wake Evan up, I instantly feel cold the tiny hair on my arms standing up and I rub my arms to return a little warmth to my hands and arms while doing so I look down at myself and see that I'm no longer in my work clothes but in my nightie, I look at the hunched form of Evan with narrowed eyes, Did he change my clothes? I'm too tired, hungry, and thirsty to pick up a fight with him right now plus he looks too adorable in his sleep. 

Gone is the brooding, scowling, overly flirting businessman and in his place is a guy who is as vulnerable as he can get, unarmed, unprotected. His features almost look boyish but still are nothing like a boys' even in his sleep he looks handsome his features rugged and stunning. His jaw is clenched which makes his jawline sharper if that's possible, a light sprinkle of beard beginning to grow on it from not having been shaved for a while, his beautiful soul-searing eyes are closed, his dark, long lashes touching his cheekbones- Why do guys always get to have long, thick eyelashes while girls have to apply fake ones to add volume?