Page 124 of Crave Thy Neighbor

“You love it.”

“I loveyou.”

He sighs. “Say that again.”

I grin. Over the last few months, Nolan hasn’t shied away from showing me his affection at all. Sometimes I swear he enjoys hearing the wordsI love youmore than I do.

“I love you,” I whisper, brushing my lips across his.

He smiles against me. “I love you too. You hungry?”

I swivel my hips again. “Starving.”

He laughs, setting me back down on the floor. “I meant for pizza.”

“But I thought you were bringing the meat?”

“Always, but dinner first. There’s actually something I want to talk to you about.”

Just like that, I’m reminded I have to tell him about the pregnancy scare.

I won’t lie—I’m a bit nervous. We’ve been doing so well together these last six months, and I don’t want to do anything to rock that boat.

He chuckles and uses his thumb to pluck my bottom lip from between my teeth. I hadn’t even realized I was biting it. “Stop looking so worried. It’s a good talk…I hope.”

“Yes, because tacking onI hopemakes it so much better.”

He smacks my ass. “Come on. Let’s go eat.”

I toe off my shoes and follow him into the kitchen.

He puts two slices of pizza on my plate and loads his own up with four, then grabs a bottle of ranch from the fridge because he’s not a savage.

We sit side by side at the bar top and tuck into our meal.

I’m about done with my first slice when I can’t take the silence anymore.

“I need to talk to you too.”

He freezes, a slice of pizza halfway to his mouth. “Are you breaking up with me?”

“What?” I shriek. “No! No way!”

He wipes his forehead with the back of his hand. “Phew.”

“But…I, uh, took some pregnancy tests today.”

“Oh god.”

He pales, and I laugh.

“They were negative.”

He visibly relaxes. “Thank fuck.” He drops his pizza to his plate, turning to me. He spins me toward him, reaching for my hands. “I mean, if you were, I swear I’d be happy with that too.”

Tears spring to my eyes at his words. “You would?”

His brows crush together. “Of course I would. I love you, Maya.”

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