Addicted to Pampering: My Younger Boyfriend is a …

Liana Cross felt like she was dating someone's ancestor. Nineteen-year-old Jude Ashford stood at a towering 185 centimeters, yet he clung to her like a sticky piece of toffee she couldn't shake off, wanting nothing more than to be draped over her twenty-four hours a day. A simple trip to the mall could end with him kicking and wailing on the floor over a blue plush bear, drawing sidelong glances from every passerby. She was his lover, but more often, she felt like his guardian. Countless times she’d resolved to lay down the law, only to retreat in defeat under the onslaught of those big, dewy puppy-dog eyes. What Liana Cross didn’t know then was that this possessiveness, disguised so carefully as childishness, would eventually reveal its true vicious and obsessive shape beneath the neon glow of a hotel sign.