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Maybe I was coming down with a stomach bug. Given how run down I was, my immune system had probably taken a hammering. It was no wonder I was getting sick. But I didn’t have time to be ill. I had too much going on. I needed to suck it up and plow through.
I was just lathering my hair when there was a rush of air on my wet skin, followed by the feeling of fingers on my scalp.
“Let me do that,” Jeremy murmured, kissing my shoulder. He closed the shower door, his large frame filling the small space. Of course, he went from washing my hair to soaping the rest of me. When he lifted me up and pressed me against the wall, I protested.
“I have to meet my parents in forty minutes.”
He kissed me, his tongue invading my mouth just as his cock filled me. “That’s more than enough time to do what I want to you,” he grinned as he had his way with my more than willing body.
When we were finished—and washed—Jeremy gently toweled me dry. He cupped my face in his hands “Are you feeling okay? You’re really pale.” His concern for my wellbeing made me warm all over. Sometimes he could be so sweet. I was finding those times were starting to outweigh the times I was annoyed by him. In fact, I was finding just about everything about him endearing.
Which was problematic.
I pulled my face away and finished drying off. “I was feeling under the weather earlier, but I’m better now. I could probably use more than three hours of sleep.”
Jeremy smirked. “That’s definitely my fault.”
I raised an eyebrow in his direction. “Yes, it most certainly is.” I wrapped my body in a towel and walked into the bedroom. I sat down on the bed, feeling a little lightheaded. I really needed to start taking better care of myself. But it was hard when I felt I was constantly going a million miles an hour.
Jeremy came in and got dressed. He kissed the top of my head. “You get dressed and I’ll make you a cup of coffee.”
I tilted my face up so he could kiss me properly. I patted his cheek. “You sure know how to treat a girl.”
He wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and kissed me deeper this time. “I’m just trying to get in your pants,” he grinned.
“That ship has sailed, Wyatt,” I teased.
Once I was alone, I quickly got dressed in the knee-length wool skirt and green sweater combo I knew my mother liked. I brushed my hair and put on some makeup, trying to make myself look alive and not a member of the undead.
Jeremy came back a few minutes later carrying a steaming mug. I accepted it gratefully and sipped the hot liquid, finally feeling somewhat normal again. The morning queasiness had passed, and I was more alert, even with the lack of sleep.
“Okay, well I’ll get out of your hair. Sorry about the late-night booty call.” Jeremy picked up his keys from where he dropped them on my nightstand only hours before.
“No, you’re not,” I retorted.
His smile was so sexy it made me want to rip his clothes off all over again. “You’re right, I’m not.” He pulled me in close, sweeping my hair back. “You look beautiful.”
I snorted. “I bet you say that to all the women.” My gut twisted because deep down I was afraid he did.
He kissed the tip of my nose. “Only you, babe. Only you.”
God, how I wanted to believe that.
“Okay, well I need to get going or Mom is going to send out the cavalry.” I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to spend the day in bed with Jeremy. I wanted to kiss him and hold him and drink coffee with him.
This was turning into such a mess.
“You definitely can’t keep Marion waiting. Send her my love.” I gave him a look and he grimaced. “Right, can’t let your family know we’re spending so much time together. My god, what would the neighbors think?” He clutched his hand to his chest like an old blue-haired churchgoer.
“Don’t pretend to be offended. We both know this is how you like it. No strings.” I waved away his comments dismissively, refusing to enter into any delusions that he was wanting something more.
“Right, because that’s Jeremy Wyatt’s MO.” Was that bitterness in his tone? No way.
“Okay, well I’ll talk to you later.” My words were split by a gigantic yawn.
Jeremy put on his coat from where he had chucked it on the couch when he arrived. “I think we should take the night off. You look ready to keel over.”
He followed me out into the hallway, waiting while I locked up. My stomach clenched at his words. “Oh, you don’t want to hang out tonight?” It’s not as if I expected him to come over, but he usually did. Now he was saying we should take a night off?
