Page 6 of I Knead You Tonight

He tugs on my arm and I have to fight to keep my balance as he begins dragging me in the opposite direction of the bus stop.

My heart stutters as he pulls me farther into the dark parking lot, away from the building—away from anything, in fact.

“W-Winston? Where are we going?”

“You’re coming home with me.”

Slice Two

Winston

This last strand of bud had to have been laced with something that’s fried my brain cells permanently.

It’s the only explanation I can come up with as to why I would tell Drew Woods she’s coming home with me.

Well, Drewandher baby.

I fucking hate babies.

And I hate Drew.

Yeah. That bud is really goddamn strong.

She’s been quiet the entire ride. Hasn’t spoken a peep since I finally convinced her to get in my station wagon and let me give her a ride.

I pull my old beater—the same one that saved my life—into Drew’s apartment complex and cut the engine.

She’s out of the vehicle faster than I ever thought possible.

NoThanks for the ride.Not even aFuck you.

Just gone.

I dive out of the car, following close behind her.

“Seriously?” she shoots over her shoulder, voice full of venom—which is funny considering I just drove completely out of my way for her. “Do you have to follow me inside?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“I think we both know I don’t trust you to come back out here, and I was very serious about you coming home with me.”

She whirls around and I nearly run into her, catching myself at the last second because the last thing I want to do is feel Drew in my arms again.

Holding her in the parking lot was enough physical contact for one night. It was all I could possibly handle.

I might hate Drew, but my dick wasn’t getting that message earlier.

Sure, Drew’s cute. She always has been.

But something changed about her when she got pregnant.

It’s like she stopped pretending to be someone else and finally accepted herself, and not just because she let her dark hair grow out and had my sister Wren strip it back down to its natural blonde.

It’s more than her appearance.

It’s her.

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