Chapter 39

He leans down and rubs his nose against mine, catching my chin with his hand and tugging my mouth open so he can kiss me tenderly. Trying to forget my annoyance, I respond to his touch. As I hear the thud of the door being shut, I pull back to look past him; we’ll be taking off soon, so I move to fasten my seatbelt.

“You don’t want to talk about this?” he asks warily, watching me, but I shrug and tend to my belt.

What is there to talk about? I don’t want there to even be a situation with Marissa, but there’s nothing I can do about it.

“What’s there to say?” I finally answer because his eyes are boring into me, and he hasn’t moved.

“You haven’t even asked for updates, like what’s expected of me before the baby comes.” He’s walking on eggshells, trying to gauge my reaction, and I look away as the tears rise inside of me. I don’t think I’ll ever feel able to talk about this.

“What is happening?” I mutter softly, only because I feel he wants me to. He sense