“My legs are tired, Egan.” Primrose said, rubbing his back, and he finally let her go. 

She carefully stepped over the shattered glass as she climbed onto the bed.

He got in bed beside her, lying in the opposite direction so he could watch her sitting there.

“Your neck would hurt that way.” She said, picking up a pillow. 

He raised his head so she tucked it under him.

He continued staring at her, mesmerized, smitten and desperate. 

He was finally obsessed with her. She ...