Page 87 of How to Catch a Rockstar

Chapter 28

Run away – easier than playing the drums for a three-hour concert

Aurora

I snuggle into the warmth surrounding me. I haven’t slept this well since before I got pregnant. Since the night I gave in and had sex with Jett.

The man I’d been obsessing about for a decade. The man I love. The man I told I love you to last night. The man who didn’t respond.

Well, shit. I never should have told Jett I love him. The man can barely handle being in a relationship. The last thing he needed was for me to vomit love all over him.

He sighs in his sleep and his arm tightens around my waist. His hand is lying on my baby bump as if to protect it. My eyes water at the tenderness.

No. Stop it. I need to protect my heart from this man who doesn’t love me the way I love him.

A dagger stabs my heart at the thought of Jett never loving me. My throat catches as the pain radiates from my chest throughout my body. This is why I should have kept my big mouth shut. I’ve had enough heartache in my life. I don’t need more.

There’s only one thing to do.

I lift Jett’s hand and scoot out of the bed.

“Where are you going?” His voice is gravelly with sleep. It sounds the same as when he’s buried deep inside me. My knees wobble and my breath catches.

No, Aurora. No! No going weak at the sound of a man’s voice. Especially if the man froze you out after you said you love him.

“Gotta pee.” It’s not a lie. I always have to pee thanks to Little Bean.

I rush out of the room to the bathroom down the hall. I’m not using Jett’s bathroom. I don’t want to get comfortable with what I can never have.

After I take care of business, I get ready for the workday. As much as I’d love to spend the day lounging around, work is a surefire way to stop myself from obsessing about Jett and our ‘relationship’.

I’m settled at the kitchen table going through emails when Jett saunters into the room. I keep my eyes focused on my computer.

“Hey.” He kisses my hair. “I thought you’d come back to bed.”

He thought wrong. Go back to bed and lay with the man I love who clearly doesn’t love me? I am not a glutton for punishment.

“Nope. Work.”

“I thought Mike gave you the week between Christmas and New Year’s off.”

“And I thought you wanted this charity concert to happen.”

He frowns. “Maybe we should delay it. I don’t want you working too hard.”

“I always work hard.”

“Maybe you should learn to relax a little. You won’t be able to work this hard when Layla arrives.”

I’m not arguing about how hard I work. It’s a waste of breath. “I never agreed to the name Layla.”

“You admitted it’s a kickass name.”

Whatever. I return my attention to my emails.

He squeezes my shoulder. “Hey. What’s wrong?”

What’s wrong? Is he serious right now? Or is he just a complete idiot with no social skills whatsoever? Time to find out.

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