“Come here,” I say to Christopher, a little shy.
It’s easy to be the strong, seductive woman with Sutton. That’s the only way he’s ever seen me. Christopher has seen me young and stupid. He’s seen me in love.
He tears his gaze from Sutton, uncertainty in his dark eyes. The question hovers on his lips, almost visible in the space between us. Is this more than a rivalry between Sutton and me? Is this lust? Does Sutton want to f**k me? Do I want to f**k him back?
“Yes,” I say, my voice soft and coaxing. “Or no. Those are your options.”
A faint smile. “You want to be in charge.”
“Maybe, but you definitely want me to be in charge.”
“Yeah,” he says, a low rumble.
This isn’t the time for talking about feelings. What would Sutton say?
The most unhealthy, f****d-up kind of obsession.
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