Page 110 of Need You To Choose Me

“You’re not going to work today.”

My shoulders stiffen at Blake’s firm tone. Slowly, I turn to face him. “What are you talking about? Of course I’m going to work.”

“Blondie…” Blake growls, clearly annoyed.

“What?” I cross my arms over my chest. “I have to work, Blake. Not all of us get the luxury to retire at thirty.”

“Thirty-five.”

I wave him off. “That’s beside the point.”

Blake lets out an annoyed groan. In a few short steps, he closes the distance between us, his hands landing on my shoulders. “Your sugar was high,” Blake whispers, some of that fear I saw on his face slipping past his steady exterior. “You were in the ER just last night. Stay home. Please? Just a few days, that’s all I’m asking of you.”

Dammit.

How was I supposed to say no when he was looking at me like he wanted to wrap me up into his arms and never let me go?

I couldn’t, that’s how.

“Please.”

That tone.

It was my undoing.

He was my undoing, and I wasn’t sure what to do about it.

There was something about this big, strong man showing me that he cares that melted any reservations I had.

“Fine. I’ll call the school and let them know I won’t be coming in.”

Blake blinks as if he wasn’t expecting me to agree so quickly. “Yeah?”

I poke him gently in the chest so he doesn’t get any ideas. “But just for a day or so.”

He chuckles softly, a small smile curling his lips as his fingers wrap around mine. “I wouldn’t dare think otherwise.”

My body tingles at the contact, my heart thumping faster against my rib cage.

I toy with my lip, my teeth grazing over the sensitive flesh. Blake’s gaze lowers, zeroing in on my movement, and I can feel my mouth go dry under his watchful stare.

“Dad!” Levi’s loud yell echoes in the house. “Where is my shirt? The one with the Spider-Man?”

“It’s in the closet. The first drawer,” Blake yells back, his eyes never leaving mine.

“I can’t find it.”

Blake groans, his fingers tightening around mine.

“You’ve been summoned,” I chuckle softly, just as Levi calls him once again.

“Coming!”

I bite the inside of my cheek as he rubs at the back of my hand before reluctantly letting go.

My gaze lingers on his retreating back. Okay, and maybe it drops a bit lower. After all, I’m just a mere human, and that is onefineass.

“He really likes you, you know?”

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