Addicted

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"I am actually going to go write. Okay?" I said, hoping that he didn't read into my elevated heart rate than what I had already told him.

I knew that I couldn't risk these people, this family, just because psycho bitch wanted me. I had to do something to stop the upcoming war. So I was going to write and plan.

Colby smiled, and leaned over pressing his soft lips to mine for a moment, then pushed me gently towards the door.

"Have fun. I'll make sure no one bothers you for a while."

I made my way to the little office that was at the other end of the hall, and found my laptop, sitting on Colby's black computer desk that he had pushed up against one side of the wall. Guess that's where that went. There were more of my little inspirational quote pictures hanging in here, and a couple pictures of Prissy, that were previously in my bedroom, set up on the desk, and hanging on the walls.

I sat down at the desk and opened my laptop, pulling up the novel that I had been working on. I would write for now. I would get in touch with Aza, if he didn't get in touch with Colby soon.

His number or whatever had to be in Colby's phone. I would figure it out. I honestly hoped that I wouldn't have to do that, and that Aza would come to some kind of agreement with Colby...but just in case, I needed to be ready.

Honestly, I probably needed to think about this a little more because I didn't have a clue what I thought that I was going to do anyways. I couldn't just sacrifice myself because Colby wouldn't be able to deal with that.

I read over the last paragraph then dove right in, typing, letting my hands do their magic without thinking about what was happening. The stories literally wrote themselves, I just typed them out. I didn't understand the process, it just was what it was.

I jumped when I felt strong, cool hands on my upper arms.

"Hey, sorry, I was just checking on you. You've been in here for hours." Colby said softly.

I looked up, seeing his face looking down at me, grinning.

"Sorry. I got sucked into it." I replied.

He nodded.

"It's amazing how you can do that. Why don't you come to bed though? You look tired. It's 7 a.m."

My eyes grew wide. "Seriously?" I asked, saving my work and closing the laptop.

I stood up and he wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Hanging out with vampires is messing me up." I joked, wrapping my arms around his neck.

He scrunched his cute little nose up.

"That tends to happen."

I laughed softly, and kissed his nose. "Can I ask you a question?" I asked him.

"You just did." He replied.

I rolled my eyes.

He took my hand and we started back towards his room.

"When do you expect to hear from Aza?"

He shrugged. "I have no idea but if I don't hear from him within the next couple of days, I'll contact him."

"Do you, like, call him, or is there some kind of freaky vampire communication thing that I don't know about?"

I tried to act like I was just curious, but I know that he heard my heart rate speed up. He gave me a side glance, with his eyebrows furrowed as he opened his door, and pushed Prissy back with his foot.

"She keeps trying to get out. We may have to let her explore soon." He said, avoiding my question.

I shut the door behind me.

"So?" I asked again, not willing to let it go.

I needed to know, just in case.

"There's no freaky vampire communication thing. This isn't Twilight, we can't read minds." He replied sarcastically, but gave me a smile to soften his tone. "But why are you so curious?"

I shrugged, keeping my breathing even. "I'm a writer. I'm always curious."

He eyed me for a moment, and I know he was listening to my heart rate. Thankfully, I must have been able to control it somehow because he didn't say anything.

"Where did you put my night clothes?" I asked, walking to my dresser.

"I didn't move them. They're still in your second drawer. By the way, I love those cute little shorts but you will NOT be walking around in those." He said sternly, raising one eyebrow at me.

I rolled my own eyes and scoffed at him.

"What happened last time you tried to tell me what to do Brock?"

He glared at me. "I'm serious Chloe. You can't wear those out of this room." I continued to stare at him, my lips pursed, as I changed into said little shorts. "Pleeasee." He choked out, sounding like the word physically hurt him.

I couldn't stop the laugh that bubbled out of my chest.

"Was that really so hard for you to say?" I asked him.

He continued to glare at me, but I saw his lips quirk up at the ends.

"Yes, it was. Now will you come to bed? It's been a long night."

"What's the magic word?" I asked, cocking one hip out so that he could see just how short these things actually were.

He growled, a sound that shot straight down into my core, and sent shivers up my spine in a good way. Then I was being thrown onto the bed, letting out a short scream in the process as I bounced on the mattress.

"Oh you fucker! That's not playing fair!" I exclaimed, as I blew the hair out of my face.

He was already lying in the bed, with only a pair of joggers on, the blanket pulled up to his waist.

"Never said that I played fair. Go to sleep love...before I make you." His voice was demanding and a little scary, but in a good way.

I sat there for a moment, next to him, feeling his eyes watching me, waiting for my reaction.

I kind of wanted to test him...what the fuck was wrong with me? My body disagreed though and I let out a huge yawn.

"You're lucky I'm tired." I mumbled, as I curled up next to him, throwing my arm around his waist.

"Yeah, yeah." He replied.