Chapter 61

I have to force myself to turn my head in his direction. I feel like a marionette whose strings have been cut.

“We need to talk.”

I see him rolling his eyes before an arm covers his face.

Sex with him is great, but unfortunately for him it doesn’t kill my fears. It takes a lot for them to die.

“About what?” he sighs, looking at me. He stretches out a hand and starts to slowly caress my belly while I cover myself from the waist down with the sheet.

He has a quiet gaze, his cheeks are reddish, and his hair has dried a little, allowing those soft curls to return to their original shape. He is beautiful.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea to have lunch at Charlie’s.”

“Why?” he asks, puzzled. “She was good enough to invite us. She hasn’t seen us together since…since the first and only time she’s seen us.”

“It was only a month ago, not that long.”

“Why you don’t want to? Do you feel ashamed to be seen with me?”