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Chapter 12

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“I should get that,” I said quietly, but Aria didn’t move.

Her hand was still at my side, fingers brushing faintly against my wrist. “Do you want me to go before you open it?” she asked, voice low, unreadable.

I hesitated, my fingers curling slightly against her touch. “You should,” I whispered, though the way I said it didn’t sound like I meant it.

Her lips curved; a faint, knowing smile. “Then tell me to.”

I exhaled sharply and stepped back. “Aria, please—”

The knock came again, firmer this time. “Miss Garden? I brought the package you asked for!” the woman called.

I turned my head, grateful for the excuse to pull away. When I looked back, Aria was already standing a few steps farther, her composure back in place. That same unbothered calm she always wore when she wanted to hide something.

I opened the door just enough to see the cleaning lady, her hands clutching a small paper bag.

“Sorry for the timing, Miss Garden,” she said apologetically. “The delivery guy dropped this at the
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  • ATTACHED WITH HER OBSESSION   Chapter 44

    I stayed.That choice settled into my body slowly, like warmth after standing too long in the cold. Aria’s arms were still around me, her heartbeat steady against my cheek, and for a moment I let myself believe that this was enough. Not answers. Not certainty. Just presence.We stood there longer than necessary, neither of us moving, as if motion might undo the fragile truce we had just built. Her fingers pressed gently into my back, not demanding, not possessive. Just there.Eventually, she loosened her hold, enough to look at me.“You’re quiet,” she said.“I’m thinking,” I replied.She nodded, like she expected that. Like she knew better than to rush me now.We moved to the couch without speaking. She sat first, leaving space beside her instead of pulling me down. I noticed that. Every small choice felt deliberate tonight, as if she was relearning how to be careful with me.I curled my legs beneath me and leaned back. The room was dim, lit only by the lamp in the corner and the sof

  • ATTACHED WITH HER OBSESSION   Chapter 43

    After eating, I busied myself with the dishes. The sound of running water filled the kitchen, steady and grounding, even as my thoughts drifted elsewhere. I scrubbed the same plate longer than necessary, staring at nothing in particular, pretending the clench in my chest wasn’t there. I felt her before I heard her. Her arms wrapped around my waist from behind—slow, careful, like she was testing whether I’d pull away. Her forehead rested between my shoulder blades, warm through the thin fabric of my shirt. “What are you thinking?” she asked softly, almost a whisper. “Nothing,” I replied automatically. It was a lie. And she knew it. She didn’t move. Didn’t loosen her hold. “Please,” she said quietly. “Let’s talk this out.” I turned off the faucet and stood still for a moment, hands gripping the edge of the counter. Her arms slipped away as I turned to face her, but she stayed close, her eyes searching mine like she was afraid I’d shut down again if she blinked. “Okay,”

  • ATTACHED WITH HER OBSESSION   Chapter 42

    Work didn’t distract me the way it usually did. It moved around me instead—voices, lights, instructions flowing past while my body followed routine on autopilot. I smiled when required, responded when spoken to, adjusted when asked. From the outside, I probably looked fine. Professional. Composed. Inside, everything felt slightly off-kilter, like I was standing on a floor that hadn’t fully settled yet. Martha didn’t bring the conversation back up. That, more than anything, kept me on edge. She moved through the day with deliberate normalcy—directing fittings, discussing schedules, offering critiques with her usual precision. But every so often, I caught her watching me. Not openly. Not enough to call out. Just long enough to remind me that nothing I’d said earlier had been forgotten. I wondered if she was waiting. For confirmation. For a slip. For something to use. The thought made my shoulders tense. By midday, my phone still hadn’t buzzed with Aria’s name. I told myself it

  • ATTACHED WITH HER OBSESSION   Chapter 41

    The hallway felt longer than it should have.Every step away from Aria’s door echoed louder in my chest than on the floor, like the house itself was counting my retreat. I didn’t look back. I knew if I did, I’d stay. Or worse—say something I couldn’t take back.The night air outside was cooler than I expected. It hit my skin sharply, sobering in a way alcohol never managed to be. I stood there for a moment, keys clenched in my hand, breathing through the ache sitting just under my ribs.Let’s make this work.She’d said it like a plea.But also like an ending she wasn’t ready to name.The drive home blurred. Streetlights smeared into long yellow streaks across my windshield, my thoughts looping in a way that made it hard to focus on anything else. Every replay of the conversation ended the same way—Aria choosing control over clarity, silence over reassurance. And me walking away.By the time I reached my place, the adrenaline had worn off, leaving something heavier behind. I dropped my

  • ATTACHED WITH HER OBSESSION   Chapter 40

    Aria’s hesitation lasted only a second. But it was enough.Martha noticed it too—I could tell by the way her eyes sharpened, the subtle satisfaction that flickered across her face before she masked it with concern.“I don’t want to intrude,” Martha said lightly, stepping just one foot inside the doorway. “But this is about work. And I want it to keep it between us only. You know privacy which, I think, we can all agree are important.”Her gaze slid to me again.I clenched my jaw.“This is my house,” Aria said calmly. “And Ena isn’t an audience.”Martha raised her hands in mock surrender. “Of course. I didn’t mean it that way.”But she did. She always did.Aria glanced at me. Just once. A silent question.I nodded. “Say what you need to say.”Martha smiled. “Thank you.”That smile made my stomach twist.She walked further in, heels clicking softly against the floor, stopping near the couch like she belonged there. Like she’d been here before. Like she knew this place well enough to sta

  • ATTACHED WITH HER OBSESSION   Chapter 39

    The quiet didn’t feel awkward. It felt earned.Aria’s breathing slowed against my shoulder, steady now, warm through the thin fabric of my shirt. Her arms stayed around my waist, loose but certain, like she was anchoring herself there on purpose. I rested my cheek against her hair, breathing her in—soap, faint alcohol, something distinctly her.I thought about how easily silence had turned dangerous before. How it had grown teeth. How it had pushed us into imagining things that weren’t real—or at least, weren’t proven.Now, it felt different. Still fragile, but real.“I don’t want this to become a pattern,” Aria said quietly, breaking the stillness.I shifted slightly, enough to look at her. “What kind of pattern?”“Where we assume instead of asking,” she said. “Where we disappear instead of explaining.”I nodded slowly. “Me too."She pulled back just enough to meet my eyes. Her expression was softer now, stripped of the sharp edges from earlier. Vulnerable in a way I didn’t often see

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