Obsession

Her chaos is sweet.

Kingston tilted his head back, staring up at the blue, cloudless sky.

Fuck, this is torture.

Gathering his composure, he scooped up his overnight bag and followed Ava into the house.

He stayed a few steps behind as she ascended the stairs. The guest room was only a few doors away from her own bedroom.

Thirty-two steps, to be precise.

“It’s all ready for you.” Ava stepped aside so he could brush past her. “Of course, you know where the bathroom is and where we keep towels and stuff.”

Throwing his bag on the bed, Kingston deliberately raked her form with a hard stare. “Unless you plan on offering turndown service, you can go now.”

Ava’s lips tightened at his rudeness. “Make yourself at home. Like you usually do.”

She fled down the hall, slamming her bedroom door in an uncharacteristic show of temper.

Kingston grimaced.

If Ava was his, he would haul her back into his room and spank her sweet ass until it was scarlet. If she was his, he would snuff out that surprising