Monday, 8 February 2016

Its Monday, What Are You Reading??? Find out my amazing new read here!

ITS MONDAY!!!! To me it feels like a Tuesday because i worked yesterday so im actually doing okay today!.  OH and because i got myself a ROSE-GOLD IPHONE 6S PLUS (super spoilt ;))I have  a really awesome book to share with ya'll. I started reading Obsessed by R.J. Lewis on Saturday night and Oh My Golly Gosh i was sucked in immediately. The best part? Its a super long read, so for me at the moment i feel like its lasting forever yay :) A review will most definitely be coming SOON!

I'm obsessed with Aston.
He became my addiction the moment I met him at 10 years old.
He was my best friend from childhood.
He protected me and guided me.
I loved him fiercely long before I really understood what love was.
We were inseparable.
He knew how I felt, and sometimes he would stare at me in ways that made me breathless.
But there were boundaries. Lines that couldn't be crossed. Looks that shouldn't be exchanged. Lips that shouldn't be kissed.
We weren't supposed to love each other. Not in **that** way.
Because, you see, Aston was also my adopted brother...

Elise was off-limits, a temptation that cursed my existence with this visceral hunger to have her, possess her, and taste her like she was made for me. I was tormented and on the brink of falling. If I stepped over that boundary, if I gave into my want, I wasn’t sure I could survive the disappointment of my adopted parents. We would all be affected. Our lives wouldn’t be the way it was. That change was irreversible, and the damage would be permanent. It was a scary thought, destroying a foundation and rebuilding it without knowing what it might end up looking like.
But my want for her…it sat in the core of me, growing and growing. And want is a dangerous fucking thing. It clouds your judgment, it makes you weak, and I knew…I knew without a doubt, it was only a matter of time before I cracked.
Obsession was devotion. Obsession was mania and need. It was a compulsive urge to self-gratify by wanting, and wanting, and wanting ‘til it hurt, ‘til you could feel it there in your bones, gnawing its way deeper within you.
Obsession was my craze for Elise. She was my impulse. My…pulse itself.
It wasn’t healthy. I knew that.
I didn’t fucking care either. 

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