#Chapter 37: Obsession v. Love

Sirius draws small circles along my spine, my head laying on his chest as his other hand lazily crawls up my inner thigh sinfully close to my center before drawing back down. His breath flutters over my face in soothing waves, and I move in closer, my curves matching the firm outline of his body perfectly. I can’t help but feel this is how it was always supposed to be. My stomach is flipping the more I inhale his smoky, woodsy scent. I want to believe in this moment: Him sitting in a dining room chair with me curled on his lap, coming down from the best orgasm I have ever had, but I can’t. When Alston’s sandy blonde curls, deep ocean blue eyes, and lazy smile flash across my mind, I freeze. Sirius no longer feels like my perfect puzzle piece but like a cold brick rubbing roughly against me. Sirius sighs knowingly, his fingers no longer drawing against me. As we lay spent, entwined in each other, his heart throbs against my chest, and I can't help but feel a pang of guilt. We