Addicted

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I clenched my legs together without realizing that he was in between them.

"Shhhiiiit," I heard him hiss, causing my gaze to dart back to his eyes.

They were shut, and he looked like he was in pain.

"Um, are you okay?" I asked, still embarrassed about tightening my legs around him.

"M'fine. Give me a second." His voice was almost a growl.

I wasn't sure what to do, so I just lay there, kind of afraid to move. I took the time to admire his perfect face. The way his eyelashes fluttered out over his cheeks, even with his eyes scrunched up.

The lines in his forehead from the face he was making. The cute little wrinkles in his nose. The slightly chubby cheeks that just made him even more handsome.

I feel like he hates them...I don't know why. It wasn't something that we had discussed. Hmmm.

The way his white teeth were pressing into his full bottom lip, before his pink tongue darted out to wet it again. Then further down to that amazing jawline. Damn it.

He was shirtless. My fingers itched to trace the tattoo that was blaring up at me. And maybe trail down his chest, down further, over his abs...I gulped hard.

I was done for. There was no hope left for me. Right then and there, I realized that I wanted every word of what he had been telling me to be true.

I wanted this life more than I had ever wanted anything, even being an author, and it was ripping at my heart that I needed this to be true for some reason. Colby finally opened his eyes, his pupils blowing out, almost making his eyes look black. I was trapped in his gaze, unable to move.

There was just something so strange and unusual about his eyes. That silver ring, I had never seen that before, and it just kept growing and shrinking.

"Chloe," His voice dragged my attention away from his eyes, back down to his mouth.

What the fuck was wrong with me? I was acting like a horny teenager that couldn't control her damn hormones. Jesus Christ.

"Damn it baby girl." It sounded like he was begging me for something.

I met his gaze again and sucked in my breath. His eyes were filled with the kind of lust that I had only ever imagined seeing in someone's eyes about me.

"I'm gonna need you to stop looking at me like that. Stop...thinking the things you're thinking. Please." I felt my face flush again, feeling like it was on fire right about now. "Fuuuuck," He groaned and rolled slowly off of me.

It looked like he had to force himself to do that.

"How did you know what I was thinking?" I asked timidly, feeling embarrassed.

He shook his head, not looking at me.

"Just could tell. Give me a minute."

I fell quiet waiting for him to...well, whatever it was that he needed a minute for. A minute later, he looked back at me, his eyes their normal clear shade of brilliant blue.

"Well, that was interesting." I said quietly, giving him a soft smile.

We seriously just went from screaming at each other to being filled with lust. For some reason, that felt normal.

He smirked at me.

"Yeah, that's one word for it. Okay, get up, get ready, and we'll go to the house so you can see everyone."

I nodded, and got up, going to my closet to find some clothes. After I picked them out, I headed to the bathroom. Colby was making my bed when I walked out of the room.

I let the hot water roll over my body, imagining what would've happened if I had kissed him.

Would I have let it go further? Probably. I felt like I wouldn't be able to say no to him about anything and that was kind of terrifying.

When I finished my shower, I dried off and tugged my clothes on. Nothing fancy today. A basic black v-neck t-shirt paired with ripped skinny jeans, with my black Vans.

I felt like being comfortable today, with no fuss. I dried my hair and decided to keep the natural waves instead of straightening it today. After brushing my teeth and applying a little bit of make up, I was ready to go.

Instead of walking out of the bathroom, I gripped the edges of the counter tightly, staring at my reflection. I was about to walk into a house full of people that thought they knew me, if I trusted Colby. And I did.

I did trust him. With my whole heart.

How does that happen after 2 days? I shook my head at my reflection, and sighed, leaning away from the counter. Time to face the music, or the people, or whatever.

I grabbed my dirty clothes and walked out, finding Colby laying across my couch, still shirtless, with Prissy on his chest, rubbing his fingers through her fur with his eyes closed.

"I know you're not trying to go back to sleep!" I exclaimed, standing in front of him.

His eyes popped open and he smiled.

I glared back at him.

"You're not even dressed. I'm ready to go."

I wasn't ready to go.

I was nervous.

"I just have to put a shirt on. Not that hard."

I raised my eyebrows at him. "You keeping my joggers or something?" I motioned my head towards the grey pair of joggers that I had loaned him last night.

He smirked at me and sat up.

"You mean MY joggers? Yeah, I think I'll keep them since they're mine to begin with. You can hold on to the white t-shirt in your hand though. I have plenty of those."

My mouth dropped open as I looked down at the shirt I was holding, the one that I had slept in. "Wait, what? huh? Your shirt?" I dropped down onto the couch next to him. "I'm confused."

He leaned over, close enough for me to feel his breath on my ear. "Told you that I'm your boyfriend. That's why they fit me perfectly."

He kissed my cheek, letting his lips linger for a moment before he pulled away laughing.