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I roll my eyes as she leaves the room. The last thing I need is to make an honest woman out of her.
If I’m a smart man, I’ll put as much distance between us as possible as soon as it is safe for the both of us.
Though I think that putting distance between us is what’s best, I still walk to the bedrooms twenty minutes later, looking for her.
I find her curled up in my bed, the blanket down around her waist. With a smile, I enter the room, careful not to make the old floorboards creak as I approach the bed. Aria murmurs in her sleep, rolling over and clutching the pillow tighter.
As she shifts in the bed, I grab the edge of the blanket, waiting until she settles down before pulling it up her body.
“You deserve better than the likes of me to make you an honest woman,” I whisper, smoothing my hand over her hair.
Though she can’t hear me, my heart is racing as she rolls onto her other side. Her eyelashes flutter against her cheeks.
I leave the room before she wakes up and sees me, at war with the feelings inside me that threaten to bubble to the surface.
17
ARIA
When I wake up in the morning, I don’t know where I am at first. I sit up in bed, clutching the blanket to my chest and looking around the room. My heart is racing as I take in my surroundings, trying to figure out what happened.
After a few seconds, the events of the day before come flooding back. My entire body relaxes as I get out of bed and open the curtains, revealing the Italian countryside. I sigh as I stare at the vineyards down below, wishing that I could live in this villa forever. Everything is so peaceful here.
As I stand by the window, my stomach starts to toss and turn. At first, I think that it’s going to calm down, that maybe this has to do with the uncertainty of the future. But soon I start heaving and I have to race for the washroom.
When I leave the washroom, I feel disgusting. Even though I brushed my teeth with a spare toothbrush I found packaged in a drawer, I still feel like shit. My stomach isn’t settled yet and I know I’m going to throw up again sooner or later.
“Are you alright?” Tyson asks as he appears in the hallway with a cup of coffee and a plate of biscotti.
“No.” I run a hand through my hair as my stomach lurches again. “I just threw up.”
“Did you eat something weird?”
I shake my head. “I had some crackers on the plane with a little bit of peanut butter while you were sleeping but I haven’t had anything else since then.”
“Is it your period?”
I start shaking my head but then I freeze. I just stare at him, doing the math in my head. I should have gotten my period by now.
“Fuck!” I say, running a hand through my hair.
“What do you mean, fuck?”
“I think I’m late,” I whisper.
“How late? Have you taken a pregnancy test?” he asks, his eyebrows pulling together as a thin line appears between them.
“Nope, and I don’t know. A couple of days? A week?”
His eyes widen and the plate of biscotti nearly drops from his hand. He catches it in time but his face is pale. Tyson looks like he is ready to pass out as he looks at me before looking down at my stomach.
“It’s probably just the stress, right?”
He nods hesitantly. “Yeah, I’m sure you’re right.” He doesn’t really sound sure at all.
“But we should go get a test, anyway. Just to be sure,” I say, my voice shaking as I run a hand through my hair.
I can’t be pregnant. There is no way I can be pregnant with everything else going on in my life.
