Page 53 of The Hookup
At last, his head fell forward onto her breast and she fell back against the pillow. They lay like that, still joined for a few moments, before he moved off her.
He rolled over, and she was about to roll against him, snuggle in his arms, but he got up still fully clothed from the waist up.
“Come back to bed,” she said sitting up.
“I need to use the bathroom,” he told her, and walked out, leaving her still sitting, and completely naked.
She suddenly felt let down. Discarded, even. Dispensable. There had been no spooning, no holding, or hearing one another’s heart beats.
And yet, when they had made love, she’d felt it all, the searing intensity, and the connection; the beating of their hearts as they had come together. This man had owned her, and had claimed every inch of her body as if he had branded his name on all over her.
She’d been with enough men to know which ones cared, and which ones only needed the sex. Luke wasn’t easy to read but for now, he had made her feel as if he’d needed her.
For all his rules, for all his weird ways, in the end he had sought her out. He was the one who had asked her if she wanted to go out to dinner. He had come looking for her. And that had to mean something.
The meaningless one night stands and empty encounters from her past fell away.
Whatever this thing with Luke was, she wanted to believe it had the potential to be more than a hookup.
Chapter 18
They were barely into the second week of December when Savannah broke the news.
“I’m pregnant,” she announced, her eyes gleaming, her face flushed.
Kay cocked her head, not sure at first if she’d heard right. “You’re what?Pregnant, did you say?”
Savannah’s face lit up like Christmas, confirming the news, and Kay’s eyes fell to Savannah’s stomach, as if she could x-ray right into it. She lunged forward and flung her arms around her cousin, hugging her tightly, before springing apart, fearful she might have crushed her too hard. “Did I hurt you? Was that too hard? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” said Savannah laughing.
“Come over here and sit down.” Kay took Savannah’s arm and led her to the couch.
“I’m not injured,” Savannah protested, “and I don’t feel any different, apart from the morning sickness. I’m barely even showing.”
“Morning sickness?” asked Kay as they sat down.
“It’s not as bad now as it was in the beginning.”
Kay couldn’t help herself. “Freaking hell, Sav!” she gushed excitedly. “You’re going to have another baby. I knew you would. I just knew it!”
Savannah threw her hands up, as if admitting defeat. “Tobias wanted a baby badly.”
“This was his idea?” The notion of that man wanting a child suddenly blanketed her in warmth. What would it feel like, loving someone so much you couldn’t wait to make a baby with them?
A shard of pain shot through her. Her and Luke’s relationship was so different. She couldn’t even call it a relationship, because—as he often reminded her—it was just a hookup. What they had was a farce in comparison to the cotton-soft and sumptuous love that Tobias and Savannah shared. It had taken Luke weeks to consider a dinner date. God forbid she ever suggested having a baby. He would spontaneously combust.
“Even before we got engaged,” Savannah continued, “He wanted us to try. Last year was such a whirlwind, a baby wasn’t anywhere on my radar, but when he said he wanted a baby, oh…” She put her hand to her chest, making Kay squirm. To see someone so in love when her own situation was so far removed was painful. She forced a smile, even though the comparison hurt. “I can’t describe it,” Savannah continued, “Something inside me melted and I wanted to have a baby for him so badly.”
“You must have had a lot of fun trying,” Kay offered. She couldn’t ever imagine Luke suggesting anything like that. Hell would have to freeze over first.
“We did,” Savannah replied, the huge grin on her face still there.
“How are you feeling?” Her gaze dropped down to Savannah’s belly again. No wonder her cousin had worn a loose fitting A-line dress. “Apart from the morning sickness.”
“I’m feeling great.” Her cousin proceeded to tell her all about her experience. “Well, I wanted to tell you in person before you heard through the media. We told our parents yesterday.”
“I won’t tell anyone.”
