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"Like what?"
"Like I have a healthy appetite."
"You do have a healthy appetite."
"And everything I eat goes straight to my thighs."
I take in the faded T-shirt and sweatpants she changed into earlier and shrug. "All the more for me to bite on."
She reddens. "I can’t believe you said that."
"And I can’t believe you’d put yourself down. I love your curves, love the thrust of your tits, the swell of your hips, the fleshy spread of your thighs that invites me to park my head between them and close my mouth around your juicy core."
"Oh—" she swallows.
"Not to mention, your peach of an arse which I can barely keep my hands"—I flex my fingers—"and my teeth"—I snap them—"off."
She shifts in the chair. "Okay, fine, I get the picture."
I push away my half-eaten plate. "I threw your contraceptive pills away."
She laughs. "No, you didn’t. I have them in the drawer of my bedstead."
"I replaced them with multi-vitamin tablets that look exactly the same."
"Eh?" She blinks. "You replaced my oral contraceptives with multi-vitamin pills?"
I nod.
"What?" She shakes her head. "Why?" She drags her fingers through her hair. "You’re not making any sense." She swallows.
"I…realized I want to have children with you, after all."
"And you couldn’t have simply told me that?"
"I couldn’t."
"Why not?" She jumps up to her feet and slaps her open palm onto the top of the island where we’re seated. "You knew I wanted them! I would have been happy that you did, too. I"—she shakes her head—"I need time to process this." She turns and begins to walk away.
“I’m sorry. I should have been upfront with you. But I was scared…”There, I’ve said it. Another confession.And, once again, I feel lighter. It took giving up the cloth to understand the power of speaking the truth.
She stops and turns to face me. “Scared?”
“Scared that when I finally tell you what happened to me with the incident, you won’t want to have my child.”
She scoffs. “Nothing that happened to you would ever change my mind about having your child. Since the moment I saw you, all I wanted was to be yours and have a family with you. Do you understand?”
"I was kidnapped when I was twelve."
She freezes.
"So were the rest of the Seven: Sinclair, Saint, Weston, Damian, Arpad, Baron and me. We were in the same school, in the same class, and we were targeted by the same person. We were held for ransom. All except Sinclair, whose family wasn’t as wealthy as the rest of ours. He happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time."
“Oh my god, Eddie.” She presses her knuckles into her mouth.
"We were kept blindfolded and tied up. Each of us was abused"—I swallow—"in different ways. Some of us emotionally; others physically. Baron and I—" I grip the edge of the counter. "Baron and I, we"—I squeeze my eyes shut—"we were held together. We were made to do things to each other. We—"
A soft touch on my cheek makes me snap open my eyes. "—you don’t need to tell me anything more."
