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GARETH Turns out, he ended up being the one fucking me. Ten times since that first night. It’s been over two weeks now. My hopes for this entire illogical and dangerous infatuation to go away have significantly diminished. Because I keep showing up at his place. I tried keeping a distance, but then I’ll start obsessing about him bringing home other people—namely fucking Jessica—and I’ll go over there in the middle of the night, armed with a new Taser and knife. Kayden keeps confiscating them, and I keep getting new ones. Truth is, he’s never given me a reason to believe he’s with Jessica or anyone else but me. That still hasn’t put my mind at ease, though. My obsessive mind that I barely recognize anymore is spiraling. “Never get obsessed again, son. Don’t get caught.” Those words that have been my mantra for six years are dissolving with every touch, every encounter, and every mind-blowing orgasm. I know I should take a step back, because, holy fuck, this is new. I didn’t know I could