Wait. Did he just call me sexy? He totally did right?
He also called me crazy, but I’m not going to focus on that part.
“Okay.” I cross my arms and look out the window.
I know I’m being a brat, but when I’m around Emmett, I feel safe. I can let my guard down. I don’t always have to be the level-headed Lexi.
I also shouldn’t let him take care of me like this, it’s not healthy to depend on him. It’s like I’m just moving the responsibilities of taking care of me from Silva to Emmett.
Still, any time he fusses over me, I let him. Because fuck me, I like it. So damn badly it hurts.
I make sure to take care of him, too, though. He overworks himself a lot. When he’s not working at the club, he picks up odd jobs around town, helping people out whenever he can.
When he looks like he’s done too much, I force him over to my house for food, movie nights, and sleepovers.
Sleepovers where he sleeps in the same damn bed as me, and I get no actual sleep because I’m too focused on the hot Omega sleeping next to me and how much my body reacts to him.
We pull into the clinic parking lot, and I don’t even get the chance to open my door before Emmett is racing over to my side.
“Okay, this is too much,” I mutter. “I can walk.”
“I know you can.” He scoops me up anyways.
“People are staring,” I grumble, looking around, my cheeks heating when the people mulling around look over, giving amused smiles.
“Let them look,” Emmett says without a care in the world.
It’s nothing new for the people of Widows Peak. Emmett and I kind of get lost in our own little world sometimes and don’t pay attention to the people around us.
I’m sure most people in town think we’re already together. And when they ask, and I correct them, they seem very surprised.
I kind of like it, because if people think we’re together, then less women come into the club to hit on my man.
Not your man, Lexi. He’s your best friend. That's it.
Sadly.
Ugh. I want him to be mine!
Wake the fuck up, woman, and tell the man who’s carrying you bridal style that you love him.
Love. Huh. That's a strong word.
Do I love him?
Of course, I love him. But am Iinlove with him?
I look up at him, and he catches me looking, giving me a smug smile.
Yeah. I'm in love with this man. I’m so screwed.
When we step inside the lobby, I wiggle in Emmett’s arms. “You can put me down now.”
“Mhhm,” he hums. “I don’t know. I kind of like having you in my arms.” He winks but sets me down.
It’s moments like this that have my mind racing. He says it in such a flirtatious way, but I don’t know if he’s being serious or not.
“Lexi?” Amy, one of the nurses, greets me with a friendly smile. “What brings you in here today? Is everything okay?”
