Page 52 of A Moment for Us
“No, we probably shouldn’t.” He moves closer. “You should tell me to get out, slam the door, and fucking lock it. You should hate me because I can’t be the man you need.”
My heart slams against my chest as he takes another step. “I don’t hate you. That’s the problem.”
His hand lifts, pushing the suds away from my cheek. “Tell me to go, Delia. Tell me because I’m not strong enough to go without you pushing me.”
I open my mouth to say the words, to stand by the convictions I had not even twenty-four hours ago when I put my foot down that I couldn’t do this.
But he’s here.
He’s here, and God, I want to feel his hands on me. He’s here, and he’s looking at me like I prayed he would for years.
Strong enough? I’m the one who isn’t strong enough.
The lie slips from my lips as I reach up, taking his face in my hands. “Just this once . . .”
“Yes, just this once.”
And then he kisses me, and we find a whole new way to shower.
Chapter 15
Joshua
“Earth to Joshua!” Stella says as she waves her hand in front of my face.
“Huh?”
She rolls her eyes. “What’s your vote on the changes?”
I have no idea what changes she’s talking about because I can’t pay attention to anything. All I keep thinking about is Delia and that we’re going to have a baby.
Secrets are things we don’t keep, and it’s killing me not to tell them.
“I’m with the majority,” I say, and Stella claps her hands.
“Okay, that’s all.”
Grayson gets up, gripping my shoulder. “I need to get back to Jess, she wasn’t feeling great this morning, and the doctor said it could be any day now.”
Alex is next. “I am going to have lunch with Mom in case any of you would like to join.”
Oliver, Stella, and I put our fingers to our nose. “Not it.”
Alex flips us off. “Chicken shits.”
“Give her a kiss for me,” Ollie says with a shit-eating grin.
As glad as I am not to be going, I’m now stuck with the twins. Stella and Oliver are great. I love them, but when they’re together, they’re a goddamn nightmare. Stella is all too observant, and Oliver is a shit stirrer.
If they key into my mood, I’m screwed.
“All right, I’m going to head home,” I say, and Stella grabs my wrist.
“Stay.”
“Why?”
“Humor me, big brother.”
