Page 16 of Interference
Could she be sick?
I shake my head. No, it can’t be. She hasn’t lost weight, at least it doesn’t seem like she has. While she might be a little paler than she normally is, that could just be chalked up to not spending much time outside lately.
What the hell is going on?
I’m driving myself nuts with “what-ifs” the entire drive over.
Emery parks in her designated parking spot, and I move a little further down until I find an open spot meant for visitors.
As I put my car in park, my phone vibrates. Grabbing it out of my pocket, I check the screen.
Kellan
Where the hell are you?
Wyatt
Coach is asking.
Me
Shit, will you tell him I had an appointment? I’ll meet with him later.
Fuck, how did I forget to text them to ask them to cover for me?
Kellan
Will do. Everything okay?
Me
Yeah, it will be.
Wyatt
See you at home.
Darkening the screen, I slip it back into my pocket and get out of the car. Locking the door, I start walking her way.
Emery stands at the base of the stairs with her arms wrapped around herself. Even when she’s battling something internally, she’s fucking beautiful.
Beautiful and mine.
I hope. I’ve been hoping she would be mine for three fucking years. Fuck, I hope she doesn’t make me walk away from her for good.
“You didn’t have to wait for me,” I tell her.
“I wanted to.” She licks her bottom lip. “Ready?”
“Lead the way.”
As she walks up the stairs in front of me, I can’t help but hope that she isn’t about to blow my world into pieces.
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Ishouldn’t have freaked out on Brett the way I did.
It wasn’t fair to him. He doesn’t even know what’s going on. I told him this was all his fault, but it isn’t. He isn’t the one who climbed on top and slid down his cock without a condom. That was me.
