  Crying in the shower makes so much sense.
      &quot;I'll miss you while I'm gone.&quot; He smiles softly, bringing our heads together, the water from the shower still trickling over his hair and causing rivulets to run down his cheek onto my breasts in an almost mesmerizing pattern.
      &quot;We haven't slept apart since you told me you loved me,&quot; I whisper shyly.
      &quot;It's been intentional.&quot; He gazes at my mouth, a finger coming up to trace my lips slowly. &quot;Don't clam up on me, neonata … We should be talking about this.&quot; He sees my expression tighten and backs off. My external bristle and cold mask connecting. Our eyes meet, and I catch the indulgent frown. &quot;Okay, but we will talk about this at some point … The baby coming is inevitable. I know your instinct is to shut down and blank it but I'm not going to let you, not over this.&quot; That stubbor

  He opens it once he pulls the pants on and stops to talk to whoever is on the outside, keeping it closed enough to conceal the bedroom, conceal me in stages of undress. I can only hear mumbles. I wait with my towel around me, unsure if I should dress, unsure if he'll come back to what we were doing. My body feels like liquid, I'm sure if I look in the mirror I'll be glowing and flushed and showing signs of having been ravaged. I'm breathless as hell and overheated.
      He laughs, and it catches my attention. I love his laugh, it's so deep and carefree and male, yet there's a hint of boyishness to his normally husky tone when he laughs. I could close my eyes and listen to it forever.
      He shuts the door and turns around to see where I've gone, his gaze returning to lust when he catches me still draped in my skimpy covering. I'm surveying my clothes in the open cupboard in a bid to

  Returning to the room I climb into bed properly, stripping back to his T-shirt and pick up a book from my bedside table, some light-hearted romance Leila gave me that never piqued my interest back then. It's not too late but it's past seven, so going to bed isn't exactly unheard of. It's not long before my over exhausted mind drifts off mid-sentence.
      * * *
      &quot;Baby, no!&quot; Jake's disappointed voice breaks into my sleepy state. &quot;I had plans for you.&quot; His voice is husky and thick but I'm too tired to open my eyes.
      &quot;I'm exhausted.&quot; I sigh, enjoying his hands on my face, the heavy weight of his body on top of me, he smells good, a little too good.
      &quot;You're such a lightweight, bambino … I'm going to have to build your stamina up.&quot; He kisses me on the forehead and lifts off me. &quot;I'm going down to the gym with Daniel to expel some

Crying in the shower makes so much sense.
      &quot;I'll miss you while I'm gone.&quot; He smiles softly, bringing our heads together, the water from the shower still trickling over his hair and causing rivulets to run down his cheek onto my breasts in an almost mesmerizing pattern.
      &quot;We haven't slept apart since you told me you loved me,&quot; I whisper shyly.
      &quot;It's been intentional.&quot; He gazes at my mouth, a finger coming up to trace my lips slowly. &quot;Don't clam up on me, neonata … We should be talking about this.&quot; He sees my expression tighten and backs off. My external bristle and cold mask connecting. Our eyes meet, and I catch the indulgent frown. &quot;Okay, but we will talk about this at some point … The baby coming is inevitable. I know your instinct is to shut down and blank it but I'm not going to let you, not over this.&quot; That stubborn set to his jaw and raised eyebrow tell me that he means it.
      I turn back around so I don't 

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