Obsession.
If it’s both ways, it’s not crazy madness. It’s a love language. ~A. Gupta
Violet
I sat in my bed and looked down at him. Like the other night, he looked beautiful as he slept. For me, I could not sleep. I was restless and even though my eyes were tired and my body needed sleep, I couldn’t seem to fall asleep.
And it made me wonder if one could be addicted to touch. Specifically his.
I sighed.
When he had entered my room, I had pretended to be asleep as I didn’t want to look at him and see his expression for what I had done. I had gone to Brandon’s room and pulled out the mattress from his bed. When he comes home, he doesn’t ever sleep in his room so I thought why not. And I arranged it on the floor by my bed and put the clean sheets on with the pillow.
But when the man f
