Page 13 of Come to Me
Or he'll be devastated when I tell him I can't take it.
It might be worse if he didn't offer to come with me. What if he was okay with six months apart? I know he loves me. I never doubt that... but passion does fade. Even Luke's.
The buzz of my phone jolts me into awareness. It's Luke.I'll be home in ten.
It's just a part. It's no big deal. There's no reason why I have to tell him.
And there's no reason why I shouldn't tell him. Not if I trust him.
I resolve to play it by ear and step into the shower. That should ease the ache growing in the back of my head.
It almost works. The pounding water drowns out my thoughts. And it's warm enough to relax my achy muscles.
Only eight days and I'll be in San Diego with Luke. I'll be spending the weekend rolling around in bed, reacquainting myself with every delicious part of his body.
I hear the front door open.
You know... we don't have to wait until this weekend. We can get started early.
I turn off the shower and meet Luke in the living room.
He stills, giving me a slow once over. One that warms me from the inside out. "I like your outfit."
His voice is deeper, my effect on him clear.
I smile, taking a step closer.
He looks like he wants to pounce on me. But he doesn't move. "Did you eat at work or do you want in on my delivery order?"
"I'm in."
He slides out of his jacket and hangs it off a chair, still watching me. "Is everything okay?"
Damn it.
"I'm naked and you ask if everything is okay?"
He nods. "I'd love to throw you on the bed and have my way with you." He scans my face, frowning slightly. "But you seem upset."
I shake my head. There's no reason to bring up the part. Not yet. "I'm tired. That's it."
I bite my lip at the evasion.
But it's close enough to the truth. Right?
"You'll be on vacation soon. Though, I must admit, you won't get much rest." He slides his arms around me, his eyes on mine. "Are you sure nothing is wrong?"
I nod.
He rubs my shoulders, still watching me closely. He's still worried. "Didn't you take a shower this morning?"
"I wanted to relax."
I try not to sound defensive about it. I mean, he's right—something is wrong.
"Ally..."
"You go crazy when I don't talk to you?"
