Chapter 95

I am dying to get home and lay down, I hate feeling this wiped out and blame it half on a bad night’s sleep and half on the fuzzy head and runny nose I feel coming that I’m sure Christian has inflicted on me. Diseased freak he is with his damn cold. As if to prove the point, I sniff again and wipe my nose with my sleeve.

“Are you getting sick? If you are, then maybe we should stay home after all. I don’t want you getting sicker.” His eyes scan my face, looking concerned and instantly paternal, and it soothes my ruffled feathers a little.

“I’m fine. I just need sleep. I feel out of whack and touchy. If I had periods, then I would probably be having one.” I point out blatantly; my contraception injection means I never get them at all, but I do occasionally get symptoms of having them, and I wonder if this is part of why I feel so tense today. Emotionally overwhelmed when Arry was nothing but sweet all day. Taking me out one-on-one, holding my hand, and kissing me endlessly