I winced. “Iknowthat. Obviously,” I said, pushing out my hips as if to suggest it was my body parts and not my brain that got me into this mess. “I just never thought I would havemoviesex.”
“Movie sex?”
“Yeah, where you’re tearing off clothes. And slamming into things. You can’t even breathe, and then the next thing you know, you’re not wearing a condom.Moviesex! Anyway, it wrecked me a little and I want to make sure I’ve got a firm handle on my emotions before we even consider doing that again.”
He approached me then. “So your emotions towards me are out of control right now?”
“I don’t know how I feel about you, even a little bit,” I told him, feeling the hysteria rise like a blush over my skin. “Am I pissed you knocked me up? Sure. Did I miss you? Maybe. Do I want to playhouse with you now? No. Do I think I can fight you on this and win? No. Do I wish you weren’t still grieving your wife and unborn child? Yes. Do I think that might ever happen?I don’t know. I’ve got extreme emotional turmoil happening inside me right now and I’m not making it harder with sex!”
“That’s whatshesaid,” he said.
I increased the wattage on my death glare to eleven.
He sighed. “Fine. You’re in my house, at least. I can give you space. Follow me.”
He hitched my bag up his shoulder and I did the same with Rocco’s carryon.
We headed down the long hallway where I knew his room was at the end. As we got closer, I frowned.
“What happened to space?”
He opened the door next to his. “If something happens, if you need anything, you can get to me quickly.”
My face must have shown some of my skepticism.
“We’re not sleeping in the same bed,” he pointed out.
“Yeah, because we’re not a couple,” I told him.
“Yet.”
Why did he make it sound like a threat?
“There is too much to unpack in that, so I’m not going to try,” I said, and pushed past him into the room. It was massive, like his. Glancing around, I could see it had a connecting ensuite bathroom. Minus the kitchen, the room was probably as big as my entire apartment.
All the space I needed.
“I need to set up Rocco in the bathroom,” I said, moving in that direction.
“Why the bathroom?”
“Because cats need a small safe space to get used to first, before they can venture out. God, don’t you know anything about being a parent?”
“No,” he said quietly.
I was not about to feel guilty about that remark. Or at least, I was going to try and not feel guilty.
Allison had been pregnant. She’d been pregnant.
“Drop my duffel bag on the bed, please. And then go figure out what you’re going to feed me.”
“You’re hungry?” he asked. There was a note of alarm in his voice. As if hunger was some concerning symptom.
He would need to get over that quickly. In the last few weeks, when I hadn’t been puking my guts out, I’d been in a constant state of starvation.
“Ravenous,” I admitted. “I want all the weird stuff, too. Hot dogs in ice-cream. Cookies with pickles in between them like a sandwich. Macaroni and cheese with turkey gravy on top.”
He winced. “Seriously?”
