Obsession

Chapter 14

"I was starting to think you weren't coming," Leo says, standing to his feet when I enter the room.

"I'm so sorry. Dr. Kahn made me stay after class and brief him on my lack of social media," I reply breathlessly, dropping all my stuff on the floor at the front of the room. "I ran all the way here, so I guess that can count as a warm up, right?"

Leo chuckles. "Well, in that case, let's get started. I have a lot to teach you today."

While Leo stretches out his legs, I stoop down to connect my phone to the blue tooth speaker. I catch a glimpse of him in the mirror and pause. He's wearing all black again; black shorts, black sneakers and that ridiculously tight t-shirt that clings to his toned body, not leaving much to the imagination about what's under it.

His eyes meet mine in the mirror and he smirks when he catches me checking him out. I quickly look away. My face is already flushed from making the half mile trek across campus to get here, so at least he can't see how hard I'm blushing from embarrassment.

I take a deep breath and stand up, ready to start learning. Leo's eyes dip to my bare legs and he bites his bottom lip. With my mom gone, I haven't been keeping up with laundry like I should and unfortunately, all I had to practice in were a pair of shorts I still have from my high school cheerleading days. He squeezes his eyes shut and turns away from me, shaking his arms as if he's trying to get rid of something.

"Okay, this is gonna be a little tricky, so pay close attention," he directs.

Of course, he nails each move effortlessly and flawlessly, as usual. He makes it looks so easy, rolling his body like it's second nature to him. After he's done, he looks to me. "Got it?"

"Um, no," I reply, arching my brows.

He repeats the same moves again, putting a little more emphasis on the body rolls than he did the first time. My eyes linger on his abs as they ripple against his tight shirt.

Sweet baby Jesus.

My heart begins to beat harder and faster. I force my attention to his feet instead, but then he thrusts his hips forward, slowly. Painfully slow. My mouth parts open in a mixture of shock and awe. Every inch of my skin begins to tingle. My breaths become shorter and faster.

Holy mother of God, I'm getting turned on.

Not knowing what else to do, I reach for my phone and stop the music.

Leo looks at me and furrows his thick brows in confusion. "What are you doing?"

He studies my face, quickly catching on to my suddenly frazzled state. "Are you okay?"

I'm afraid to speak. He'll hear it all over my voice if I do. I look down, hoping my lustful eyes haven't already given me away. I try to think of something to say, but nothing sounds good. Nothing is going to move us past this horribly awkward moment into any sense of normalcy.

"Mara?"

His smooth as honey voice vibrates through my chest, making everything I'm feeling intensify. I'm afraid to look up at him, afraid to even move.

"I can't do this." My voice comes out more as a whimper than a whisper, barely even audible to my own ears.

"What?" Leo asks, kneeling in front of me.

I remain stiff and silent.

"Mara, look at me," he demands, but I don't move. If I look up at him, I know what's gonna happen.

He drops to his knees in front of me. I can feel the heat from his body, his heavy breaths cascading over my hands, which are covering my face, the only barrier left between me and him.