Fire flares in his eyes.“Is that right?Or I could just cuff you to this bed and have my way with you all day.No conversation necessary.”
Yeah, well, about that.
My eyes flick away, and the mood dims.
“Not today.I have to be at my mom’s by eleven,” I say without extendinganotherinvite.Or waiting for one from him.
Jake flops back down silently and stares at the ceiling.
God, I hate this.We were just having the most delicious fun then...
Is this my fault?
Am I asking too much?
“Jake—”
“Wait, Caylee.”He sighs.“Thanksgiving is not something we celebrate.It’s not about you, I’m sorry this is upsetting you.I don’t mean to hurt you.”
I swallow.
Then again.
Who doesn’t celebrate Thanksgiving?
“Ever?”
Instead of replying, he runs a hand up over my thigh but doesn’t say anything more.He’s guarded, and my imagination starts going crazy.
Christ—does he have a secret family?
An ex-wife who goes to all the family things.Perhaps they are planning to get back together.
“Can we let our relationship mature before we rush into the family introductions?”
Too late, he’s met mine.
...before we rush into...
But his words slice through my chest, making me feel embarrassed for racing ahead when he clearly doesn’t see this as more serious when I do.
“Sorry, I didn’t know you were feeling pressured.”I glance down at his chest.“I guess everyone has their own timing.”
He takes my chin in his fingers, lifting my eyes to his.I see regret, and my heart aches.
“Let’s see how we feel at Christmas.”
Christmas.
Yeah, okay.
Sure.
But I don’t feel sure.I feel like I’m being lied to, that he’s just delaying something, and that nothing will change.
It’s clear I’m on a path to heartache, and in six months we’ll be in the same place, while my biological clock ticks even louder.
I’m looking for a baby daddy.
