Obsession

Attention

Caleb

I rested my arm along the back of the booth seat and I reached over to squeeze Jenson's shoulder. He glanced up at me, a light blush on his cheeks as he smiled wearily.

Sighing, I leaned down to run my nose along his, before pulling back to refocus my attention on the chatter around the table.

I felt Jenson lean into my side and I squeezed his shoulder a little tighter.

He seemed ... distracted. Something was taking his attention.

And it had happened right about the time he'd taken a call from that Katie girl yesterday.

What was her deal anyway? She must have known that Jenson was seeing someone. I mean, Jenson would have told her about me ... wouldn't he?

I glanced at the guy sitting to my right. Although his eyes were on Finn who was sitting across the table from him, Jenson's mind was somewhere else.

Thinking about a certain waitress, maybe?

I gritted my teeth to stop myself from growling. Of course he wasn't thinking about her. He was only on the phone for a couple of minutes.

He was with me, anyway.

What the fuck is wrong with you? Get a grip, man.

Sighing, I ran my free hand down my face and tried to concentrate on what Finn was saying.

A sharp jab to my ribs caught my attention and I turned my head to the left to see Asher grinning from his seat next to me, his green eyes twinkling in the false overhead lighting of the diner.

He motioned with his head to Jenson, his grin getting impossibly wider.

"So, how's it going with you two? Gonna let Jenson go any time soon?" Asher chuckled as he popped a fry into his mouth.

My arm tightened around Jenson's shoulder, drawing him closer.

No, I didn't want to let him go. Ever again.

Forcing a smile on my face, I reached over to grab my drink off of the table and shook my head. "Nah. Think I'll keep him."

Asher laughed as I took a sip and placed the glass back on the table. Oliver was sitting opposite Asher, both of them squashed at the end of the booth we were crammed into.

He looked over at Oliver, and then reached across the table to offer Oliver one of his fries, a heated look passing between the two of them as Oliver opened his mouth.

My eyes were drawn to Jenson once again, but he seemed completely oblivious to what his best friend was doing. Instead, he was jabbing his fries with his fork, and chatting with Finn.

Leaning over, I buried my nose in his thick dark hair, taking a deep breath, before kissing his head.

He smelled good.

So good.

Why did I have to say goodbye to him again in a couple of days?

Looking over at Asher and Oliver, at the way they were gazing at each other, a sharp pang squeezed my chest and I averted my eyes to my plate and the half eaten cheeseburger.

Why couldn't Jenson and I live in the same place like Asher and Oliver? Or even go to the same college? Be with each other all the time? Maybe I should look at transferring to California ...or see if I can do my courses online or long-distance or something.

That way, I could see Jenson every day. Sleep with him every night. Feel his touch, his lips, his love from where he'd be ... right next to me.

Where he belonged.