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“Shut up,” I say with a grin as I toss a fry across the table at her. “This is serious. I’m going to be a mom and I’m pretty sure that the baby’s father is going to want nothing to do with it. Not that I can blame him, this is a pretty big surprise and he has a lot going on in his life.”
Jamie shrugs. “It’s his choice whether or not he wants to be involved. I can’t tell you what he is or isn’t going to do. You should talk to him sooner rather than later, though. No matter what happens, you have my support.”
“Thank you,” I say as I pop a fry into my mouth. “That means a lot to me.”
Especially since I don’t know how Salvatore is going to take this.
I make up my mind then and there that I’m going to tell him tonight. He deserves the truth. I’m worried about breaking us, though. We’ve only just started to find a relationship — or rather, friendship — that works for us.
A baby is going to change things one way or another.
* * *
I leaninto Salvatore’s side as the credits start to roll across the screen. He shifts in on the mattress, leaning and grabbing another pillow to tuck behind his back.
“You know, this is weird,” he says as he starts searching through the streaming menu for another movie to watch. “When you said that you wanted to come over and watch movies, I didn’t think that you were going to want to drag the entire mattress into the living room.”
“Look at how cozy it is,” I say, nodding to the fire in the electric fireplace. It isn’t emitting any heat, but the blue flames dance behind the glass. “This was a great idea after the day I’ve had.”
“I know I’m not Jamie, but do you want to talk about it?”
Now is the moment when I should tell him about the pregnancy. I should come right out and tell him that we are having a baby before presenting him with the options he has to think about.
Instead, I lean back against the couch the mattress is pressed against and shrug.
“Nothing to really talk about. Spending time with Jamie earlier was a great stress reliever. Thank you for letting me go alone.”
Salvatore looks over at me. “You took your gun with you, right?”
“I did.”
“And you’re never going to tell Brennan that I let you go downtown on your own?”
“Correct.”
“Then you’re welcome.” He shifts onto his side, propping himself up with a forearm as he looks at me. “I don’t want to keep you here as a prisoner, Brielle. I don’t think it's doing you any favors to keep you locked away like you have been, but I also made a promise to protect you. I can’t say that I’m going to let you go alone every time.”
“I know.” I sigh and reach out to touch a cut on his cheek. “When did this happen?”
He grabs my hand and looks at me, something unreadable burning in his eyes. My breath hitches as he moves until he’s hovering over me, one knee on either side of my body.
“Got cut earlier today. Saw somebody creeping around outside your house. It turned into a bit of a fight. They went on their way.”
“Are you sure that everything’s okay?” I ask as I pull my hand out of his grasp to trail my fingers along his cheek. “It doesn’t look great.”
He chuckles and takes my hands, pinning them above my head. Heat pools in my core at the position we’re in. Salvatore’s hardened length presses against my stomach as he leans forward, his lips ghosting over mine.
“What’s gotten into you tonight?” I ask as he kisses his way down my neck. I moan as he sucks on the sensitive flesh. “Not that I mind, but this isn’t normal.”
“I could use a little stress relief of my own after the day I’ve had, if you’re up for it.” His free hand trails up my bare thigh, stopping at the hem of my cotton shorts.
“A little stress relief sounds like a good time to me,” I say, running my hands down his back to the hem of his shirt. I yank his shirt over his head and toss it to the side, looking at his toned body.
Salvatore smiles, something flashing across his expression before he kisses me. Our mouths move together as he pulls off my shirt. The rest of our clothing starts falling away, shivers running down my spine as he pulls my shorts down my legs. His mouth traces a path down one leg and back up the other.
I moan as he massages my legs, his fingers digging into the muscles and working out the stiffness from my run earlier.
As he works his way higher, all I can focus on is the way his hands feel against my body. Salvatore nips his way higher, tracing patterns on my skin with his tongue. My fingers weave through his hair as his tongue circles my clit.
