“You’re beautiful.” Zane’s eyes lock with mine in the mirror as I watch his lips moving at my ear. Turning around, I look up at him and I can feel the tears threatening me again.
“What are you doing here?” I whisper, reaching up, touching him, as if to make sure that he’s real.
“I came to give you an escape.”
I have to force myself not to smile at him as he says it. His slight grin doesn’t take away from the sadness in his eyes.
“I’m kidding, mostly.” He finally whispers again, but I know that neither one of us believes he is.
“Zane…”
“Shhh, stop. I was kidding. I couldn’t help myself. I just had to come see you before…”
“I have to.” I whisper.
“I know youfeelyou have to. But my offer still stands.”
“It’s not fair.”
“None of this is fair.” He brushes a lock of my hair behind my ear.
“How’d you get in here, anyway?” I ask, shaking my head.
“The patio door’s unlocked.” He looks down at my body, shaking his head, looking away, but I can see the water in his eyes as he fights off the tears. “You know, you should be more careful about your safety.” His voice cracks as he continues to stare down at me.
“I’m so sorry.” I whisper, my voice shaking.
“I didn’t realize it was going to be this hard.” He pauses, and I watch as he swallows, clearing his throat. “You’re so goddamn beautiful.”
“I look like a fucking cupcake.” I say as I keep looking up at him. He laughs before I’m reaching up and covering his mouth so no one can hear it outside of the room. “I mean, this may be the worst dress I’ve ever worn.” I pull my hand away as his laugh subsides.
“Why are you then?”
I just roll my eyes, shaking my head. “I kind of refused to do anything about it and this is what I ended up with.”
“Yeah, it was a little surprising when I first saw it.”
“Why?”
“I mean, you look beautiful, but it’s not you.”
“What would be me?”
“I dunno.” He shrugs as he looks down at me. “Something backless.” He whispers before his hand comes up and his finger trails down the front of my dress. “Something low cut to show off your incredible tits.” My breathing hitches and I have to bite my lip to keep my emotions at bay. “Something a little more…” he pauses as his hands come down, resting on my hip. “Something that shows off your incredible body.”
“You forget, I’m pregnant.”
“I didn’t forget.”
“Weirdo.” I whisper as he looks down at me, his eyes darkening. “You have some creepy kink about pregnant women.” I know it’s not actually a weird kink. To each their own. I’m just giving him shit.
“No.” He shakes his head. “I have a creepy kink about you, regardless of what else is going on. And knowing what it feels like to be inside of you.”
“We have a really fucked up relationship.”
Nodding his head, he stares down at me, and I can’t help but to look back, giving us this moment once more, just one more time.
He leans into me. “Tatum, I need you to tell me to leave.”
