“Too early to know about the antibiotic, but the nose spray didn’t help, and I hate it. There’s something you should know about me, White.”
“What’s that, sweetheart?”
“I’d make a very bad druggie. Under no circumstance should things be squirted up your nose.”
“I see.”
“I’m serious,” I whine.
“I’ll take note. What can I do to help you?”
“Go away and let me die in peace.”
“Seems like we’ve been here before,” he says and I can hear the laughter in his voice. If it wasn’t for feeling like I was on death’s door, I’d probably sock him in the stomach or maybe lower. “How about I make you some chicken soup and we curl up and watch a movie the rest of the night? It can be one of your chick flicks if you want. I’ll suffer through it like the good boyfriend that I am.”
“Are you?”
“Am I what?”
“My boyfriend?”
“Well, I’m a little too old to be considered a boy, I guess, but for lack of a better word, it will have to do.”
“So we’re going steady? That’s swell.”
“You may feel bad, but you’re still smart-mouthed.”
“It’s a gift. Let’s watch The Rock.”
“A man insecure in his manhood would be bothered by your obsession with him.”
“Good thing that’s not you, right?”
“Good thing. Maybe you need to be reminded that you have the only man you need in your bed. One, I might add, who stays rock hard whenever you’re around.”
“Um… I’m sick. Sex sounds gross.”
“I’ll make you change your mind,” he responds, and as bad as I feel, I’m almost tempted…
“I don’t think that’s possible.”
“Sure it is, and as a reward, I’ll let you keep your legs up in the air afterwards for fifteen minutes.”
“Fifteen? What for?”
“We’ll put a pillow under you and hold your lower body up at an angle so my little soldiers are sure to barricade themselves in your sweet little pussy.”
“You’re insane.”
“But I’m amazing in bed, so it averages out,” he says with a grin, his hand moving under my shirt to gently rub my stomach.
“I’m just not in the mood.”
“We’ll see what I can do to change that,” he says, and I would have thought it was impossible, but despite how bad I feel, White proceeds to prove me wrong.
CHAPTER 47
WHITE
“Hello, White.”
Rachel, Kayla’s sister. My stomach curls at the sound of her voice on the other line. I’m not sure why she’s calling, but I’m sure nothing good can come from it.
“Kayla’s not here.”
“Well, I know that silly. I called your apartment, not Kayla’s. I was hoping you and I could meet up this weekend. I’d like to catch up with you if I can. It’s been too long.”
“Sorry, I can’t. Kayla and I are headed out of town this weekend.”
“You’re going out of town with Kayla? I know you guys are best friends, but aren’t you spending a little too much time with my sister? I mean, it’s sweet of you and all to watch out for her, but…”
“Kayla and I are dating. We have been for a while now,” I tell her cutting her off.
“You’re dating?”
“Yes. Seriously. She lives here now.” Okay, I might have embellished a little. Technically Kayla doesn’t live here, but she is here most of the time, and the days she’s not, I’m at her place. I think that’s close enough.
“Kayla moved in with you?” Rachel asks, and the tone of her voice, for some reason, sends chills down my spine. “You and Kayla are living together?”
“Yes. Don’t sound so surprised. Kayla and I have always been really close.”
“I guess so. I just can’t figure out why she’s never mentioned it.”
“You two have always been pretty distant with each other,” I defend, but I must admit that I wish Kayla had said something, too. Who am I kidding? I want her to shout it out to everyone that she’s my woman.
“I guess so. I’m just finding it hard to believe that White Lucas, professional football player, the man who stars in a million wet dreams by every woman who breathes, could settle for someone like my sister.”
“What do you mean??” I ask her, warning bells ringing. Why do I feel like I might have just found the source of Kayla’s insecurities about her body right here?
“Come on, White. You can’t tell me, of all the women who throw themselves at your feet, you prefer someone like Kayla.”