Page 113 of Darkest Obsession

“Sorry.”

“Did you just kiss me so you could toss me like a damn frisbee?”

“I dropped you like a stone, rather…”

Thomas rubs his forehead as I clench my fists and search for the best part of his torso to inflict maximum damage.

He throws up his hands in defeat and explains himself. “Sorry. It’s just… we shouldn’t.”

This is why I hate him. I drop my fists, hot humiliation rushing to my cheeks. Every time I pounce on him, he pushes me away but the second I ice him out, he’s all over me. It’s like he thinks I’m a fucking toy and not a human being.

“Right.”

I turn back towards campus. This was stupid. Coming here and waiting for him and simpering over him like some lost fucking puppy was the absolute wrong thing to do. My mama always told me to never chase a man and here I am, chasing one. It’s even worse that it’s a white guy. Before I can swerve away from Thomas, he grabs my forearm and pulls me against him.

“Where the bloody hell do you think you’re going?”

“Away from my mistake.”

“Fuck’s sake, Clover. That’s not what I meant. I just really really want you and I think it’s better if we wait. I want to do this right.”

His words send a flare of rage through me.

“We aren’t together, Thomas.”

“Right.”

He scratches his head and then decides not to make things easy on me. He clears his throat and says, “Do you bloody hate me, Clover? Like, seriously? Because you’re a fucking mind fuck and I dunno. I don’t hate it at all.”

“Of course I don’t hate you,” I hiss. “That’s the problem, Thomas. Not hating you is the problem.”

“Right.”

He rakes his fingers through his hair and looks unimaginably sexy. I have to pull it together. He grins and I want to punch him.

“I like you,” he says. “Swear.”

“You don’t show a girl that by dropping her.”

“Sorry,” he mutters. “But you’re worth taking it slow.”

He can see me forming an insulting comment in my head and Thomas quickly interrupts with a half-decent idea to stop us from killing each other in the woods.

“Is Sylvia alone tonight? We can hang out with her and talk about Kola. Might make you feel better.”

He’s right. Doing something proactive like planning our own search will make me feel much better than kissing him and making things even more complicated between us.

“I don’t know. I’ll text her.”

Thomas puts his arm over my shoulder and kisses the top of my forehead. “I’ll wait as long as it takes for you to put those claws away. As long as it takes.”

Clover: Where are you?

Chapter Fifty

Sylvia

“It’s official, I’m a hardened criminal,” I grumble, stuffing my phone away after promising Clover I would meet her and Thomas in her bedroom in thirty minutes. I don’t want to leave the cottage in thirty minutes. I want more…