Page 106 of Overdue I Love You's
Rhys catches me, “You good?”
Please not now.
“Yeah,” I move away as nicely as I can. “Iron dizziness.”
He nods like that makes sense.
Sometimes this happens. My doctor never prescribed me with the kind of migraine I had because my symptoms aren’t consistent. This is why. Some days, I’ll know when it’s coming and other times, it takes me by surprise like a tsunami siren.
I swallow down the overcoming nausea. Leaning forward to look at Kat, “Are you okay?”
She looks ghostly. “Yeah, of course. Fine.” Kat stands and leaves the room.
A phone starts buzzing. The remaining people look at Austin.
His face lights. “Lois will hand you the cards,” he’s already out the door.
Rhys is next to stand, I’m next to follow. “Have fun today,” he says to me then turns to look at Dean. His smile is hard, but not unpleasant. “Both of you.”
At least I didn’t have to reject him.
The crew disperses one by one. Someone says something about being outside. Another heads into the bathroom.
That’s when I allow dizziness to take over.
Dean’s arm wraps around my waist before I fall on the couch. He pulls me into his broad chest. “Say the word and we won’t go.”
With heavy lidded eyes, I look up.
Every normal, human thoughtpoofs.
A single breath causes my chest to graze his. We feel it. The electric heat charging through us—sizzling, ruminating, erupting.
He shuts his eyes. Nostrils flare. His knuckles white.
“Dean,I…” Palms grab his muscular biceps.
There’s no words in my brain.
Overstimulated plus a headache, paired with a rabidly horny body? Logical reason.
“You’re not well,” he pulls a sweaty strand of hair away from my face. “You need rest.”
Before I know it, I’m reaching for his pinky. Hooking it with mine. I bring it up to my lips, pressing a kiss on a knuckle. “I promise.”
Dean leans his head back. “Nova,” he whispers harshly.
“Don’t break your promise.”
I gasp when Dean presses his lips in the same spot as mine.
“Or what?” I whisper hoarsely.
Dean’s gaze flicks to my lips. His tongue lingers, teasing his bottom lip. He rocks on his heels, as if he’s waiting for me to step away from him.
All masks on the floor. All eyes on him.
Heat bursts through my nerves the second his lips touch my cheek. It’s considered nothing, not even a peck. But it’s there, flinging through me, catapulting through every universe and finding me as its culprit. I don’t even know whatitis, just that it’s something that doesn’t feel ordinary to me.
