I also had another doctor’s appointment, but I didn’t tell her that. I didn’t know why. I pretty much told her everything else these days. My whole family knew about the migraines and the hallucination I’d had once and the fact that there were no clear test results at the moment, but I hadn’t told her.
Did that make me a piece of shit? Probably. She needed to know what was going on with me, but I was afraid to say anything. And I didn’t know why. Things were going far too fast for us in recent weeks, and I knew it.
I needed to find a way to slow things down. I just didn’t know how. We saw each other almost every day because we had the same friends, and she was best friends with the women in the family. With Lacey’s wedding the next day, I couldn’t really avoid her.
And I hated that I’d just thought the word avoid when I didn’t want to avoid her at all. That fact worried me most of all. Because I didn’t have answers, and I felt like I actually needed them if I was going to continue this relationship with her.
I was such a fucking asshole, but I didn’t know how to fix things.
I didn’t know if there was any fixing it.
“I’m glad you’re not working today, mostly because you know…the wedding and all.”
I grinned. “I’m going to see if John needs me for most of the day. However, he’s pretty steady, and he’s spending some time with his family and Lacey before the big day.”
“And I get to help with all of the little nitty-gritty details because Lacey has already texted me, I think four times.” She leaned over me, her breasts right in my face as she looked for her phone. “Six. Six times.”
I lapped at her nipple, sucking. She groaned, rocking against me, her pussy wet and pressing against my thigh.
She let out a shaky breath. “Okay, enough of that, we have to get going. I have to see what Lacey wants.”
I hummed against her breasts and played with her ass, sliding my fingers between her crease.
“Caleb. We need to stop. We need to be responsible.”
I nodded and let her breast go with a resounding pop.
She didn’t really want me to let go, I could tell.
“You’re right, even though I’d rather stay in bed. I’ve got things to do.” Like a doctor’s appointment I really didn’t want to go to.
She grinned and looked down at me, her eyes filled with something I didn’t want to name. Because I was too chickenshit. Because what if I really was sick? I didn’t want to burden her with that. She deserved so much more than someone who had no idea what the fuck was going on.
Because the doctor still hadn’t ruled out any neurological diseases, and I hadn’t heard anything else. For something that apparently needed to be taken care of quickly, he hadn’t done a single thing for me. I did not want to go to this doctor’s appointment.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, and I shook my head, grinning at her. I had to look like everything was fine. Because it was. Everything had to be fine, at least for her. She had enough stress with Lacey, I didn’t want to add to that.
“Nothing. You should go get ready.”
“I know. I’ll see you at the wedding, though?”
“I’m the best man. Got to be there.”
She grinned, then she kissed me again and hopped out of bed.
We hadn’t actually discussed if we were each other’s dates, and I was glad for that. Because things were getting so serious, I needed to settle down. I just didn’t know how. She packed up her bag and headed out just as I was getting into the shower.
“Have a good day. Don’t work too hard.” She frowned and leaned over to rub at my temple.
“You look like you have a headache. Are you doing okay?” she asked.
I smiled, trying to look like I was just fine. I wasn’t. “I’m doing good. Stop worrying about me. I’m a grown man.”
She looked down at me, wearing nothing but my skin, and grinned. “Yeah, I know you’re a grown man.”
I would’ve blushed, but I was used to this. Zoey was sweet, tempting, and yet could probably outdo me with dirty jokes.
And I wasn’t ready for her. Had never been. Even when I’d only thought of her as a friend, I’d never been ready for what Zoey could give me.