I get to the top of the stairs and see her light shining from under the door. My heart starts pounding in my chest as I approach slowly. It’s like walking toward Heaven’s gate, knowing that there is nothing short of a miracle waiting on the other side. She’s one of the finest creations there is. Sweet, innocent, with a bite of sass. I owe her hide a tanning for that little remark this morning, and I can’t wait to bend her over. We’re going to have to go into her bathroom and run the bathtub. She’ll need the warm water to cool the sting afterwards anyway.
I turn the knob, opening her door slowly so I don’t startle a scream out of her.
“Angel, it’s me,” I whisper.
She’s sitting on her bed, painting her toenails. Fuck, how long does that shit take to dry. She’s supposed to be naked with her legs spread, waiting for me as I instructed before I drove her home from the game.
“Did you forget what I told you, babe?”
I strut across to her, gripping her long silky hair in my hands and forcing her to look up.
“I wanted to paint my nails tonight.”
“Is that so?” I lean down, getting right in her face. “Well, I wanted to suck on that little clit tonight.” I pull her in for a kiss,forcing my tongue right between her lips and making myself at home. I kiss her until she’s breathing heavy and hard, then I let her go and take a seat on her bed. I tug off my boots before I work to take my clothes off. She goes back to her task as if I’m not even here, as if I’m not stripping down to my skivvies.
“Did something happen between you and your dad tonight?” I ask, wondering why her mood seems off.
“No, why?”
“Because you’re in a mood.”
“How would you know whether I’m in a mood?” Her eyes snap up. “You know nothing about me.”
Is there something she’s getting at? And she’s wrong, I know almost everything about her. Right down to the day and time she was born and in which hospital.
“I know that you were born on September 7, and that you had to stay an extra four days in the hospital because you were jaundice.” Her eyes start to round out at the edges, looking a little shocked. “I know that you went to the Rikota KinderCare, and that your teacher was Mrs. Fields. I know that when you were in the third grade you started taking dance classes, and that you gave that up for gymnastics the summer before you started the sixth grade.”
She’s thoroughly shocked now.
“I know that you won a medal for being the most skilled gymnast. And that you’re currently the captain of the cheer squad. I know that you’re at the top of your class because you’re incredibly smart, and that you’ve never gotten in trouble because you’re such a good girl. The only thing I don’t know is what your favorite food is. I’m guessing by all the pink in your room and by your pink door that it’s your favorite color. The cat notebook on your desk along with your kitty pajamas has me thinking that cats are your favorite animal. Your favorite musicartist is Katy Perry. And when you grow up you want to be a nurse.”
I saw the college applications she’s submitted. She’s applying to all of the top nursing programs in the country.
“Should I go on, or do you understand the depth of my obsession now?”
“How? How do you know all of that?”
“I’m what you would call a coding genius. The internet is a vast web of knowledge. Everything from doctors’ files to report cards to college applications can be found online. I wanted to know every detail about you.” I wanted to see every picture ever taken of her. “From the moment you looked down from the top of those stairs, my obsession has been growing. Now, what is it?”
“What’s what?” She swallows hard.
“What’s your favorite food?”
“Cookies.”
“Is there one you’re a particular fan of?” Because if she is, I’ll be bringing them with me every time I see her.
“Snickerdoodles. Why me?”
“Why you what?”
“Why are you obsessed with me?”
I shift on the bed, moving in, crowding her personal bubble. “Because never in my life have I ever seen something I wanted more.”
I was struck down and pulled right under the undertow of my obsession. Needing to have her more than my next breath. Wanting to be close to her. Anxious to keep her safe. And now, I’m completely addicted.
“As soon as I learned all the details, I knew that my instinct was right about you. And last night you proved it.”
