“You are nuts,” I hiss, looking back over my shoulder to Silva. She’s still sleeping. “And this gives off stalker vibes, you know.”
“I know,” he chuckles, cupping my face. “Now kiss me and go back to bed.”
“I can’t believe you right now,” I grumble, but lean up on my tiptoes and wrap my arms around this fool of a man. My man. He’s so damn cute it’s gonna kill me.
He kisses me until my toes curl, and I have to swallow down a moan. “Night,” he murmurs.
“Night,” I reply breathlessly. He kisses me on the nose before stepping back. He winks, a smile on his face and a low chuckle before disappearing into the darkness.
Was what he just did a little over the top? Yes. Does it change the fact that I’m giddy like a schoolgirl? Not at all.
Chapter 9
Lexi
Two Months later
Death. I feel like death. It’s not a feeling I’m unaccustomed to. Just one I haven’t felt for a little while.
My phone dings, letting me know I have a text message. Groaning, I reach for it and open my eyes, trying to hold back the wave of nausea.
Emmett: Hey baby. Miss you. How was your day?
Even though I feel awful, I can’t help but smile.
Me: Not bad. Missing you. When do you come back?
Emmett and a few of the guys from Widows Peak left to help a neighboring town a few hours away. They had a rock slide that took out one of their main roads, a bridge, and a few houses.
Emmett: Not sure. It’s a lot worse than we thought. But I’ll be back by the weekend for sure.
Disappointment fills me as I text him back.
Me: :( I’m going to miss you. But what you’re doing is really sweet. Be safe, keep me updated.
Emmett: I will. Love you, Peaches.
Me: I love you too, xoxo
Closing out my phone, I toss it to the side and try to get another few hours of sleep. It doesn’t go as planned because I’m up and out of bed less than a half hour later, puking up last night's dinner.
“I swear to god, if I’m about to go into heat, I’m going to cry,” I groan, leaning back against the bathroom vanity.
I shouldn’t be going into heat, right? Heats are normally every three months. It’s only been two.
Could I be going into heat early because I took heat suppressants for so long, and it messed up my body chemistry?
Part of me wants to call Emmett and tell him to come just in case, but I don’t want to jump to any conclusions. I’ll wait it out and see how I feel before calling him.
The day goes by, and I start to feel more like myself by noon. Thankfully, I’m able to eat and go to work for my shift.
The next morning, however, is a lot like the last one. Puking, feeling like trash, getting better by noon, and the rest of my day is normal.
What the hell is going on? Is my body rebelling because I’ve been taking on more hours at work?
I have been performing more at the club lately. That means I’ve been working out a lot more. Maybe I’m pushing myself too hard? I know I sure as hell feel it the next day after performing.
“Go in to get checked,” Silva suggests. “Maybe Dr. Herrera can recommend a protein workout drink or something.”
