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"Is that why you got so emotional when you first met Winston? You were thinking about your nephew?"

She stands, walking away from me. "Yes, okay. Because I never had a chance to hold my nephew. Now, can you please let it go?"

Taking a step closer to her, I pull her into my arms. Seeing the painful expression on her face, all I can think about is protecting her. I hate knowing that I've made her think about something that disturbs her.

She relaxes against my body, her head resting on my chest. I make an effort to ignore my primal instinct to take her right here and now. That's not what she needs at this moment.

"Maybe we can find a way to make it work with your sister. Maybe I can help you meet your nephew."

At my words, she moves away from me, walking away. "You couldn't leave it be, right?" she says without looking back at me before leaving me alone in the kitchen.

Fuck. I can't understand why, but I just want her to be happy. But maybe instead of trying to solve her problems for her, I should have just held her and comforted her while I got a chance.

Now she's mad at me, and I'm not sure she'll ever open up to me again.

Chapter 7

Diana

I need to be careful with Kevin. Having dinner with him was better than I ever expected, and I was starting to let my walls down when he initiated all those questions about my family. I realized that I would be risking him sending me away if I told him the truth.

I don't want to keep lying to him, but I'm afraid he'll send me away the moment I tell him who I truly am. It's clear he cares about Winston, even more than I was expecting. He's done everything in his power to make sure the little guy is happy.

On the other hand, he could be happy to learn that I'm Winston's aunt, but if he decides to give the baby back to my sister . . . I don't even want to think about what could happen.

I spent the night staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep. Winston is still being fed at least twice at night, so I'm not getting much sleep anyway, always worried that he might wake up without me noticing.

Tired of being in the bed, I get up before the sun rises in the sky. I need to study, so I go to the kitchen and get myself a cup of coffee before going to the living room with my textbook.

"What are you doing?" Kevin's voice sounds from behind me, startling me.

I jump to my feet, spilling the hot coffee all over my leg and the couch.

I gasp with the pain, trying to be quiet to not wake up Winston, and throw a punch on the couch as my vision becomes blurry with tears.

"Fuck," Kevin whispers, approaching me and pulling me into his arms. "Are you okay? I'm calling the doctor."

I shake my head. "No, there's no need for that. I'm fine." I look down at the couch where I was sitting. "I just ruined your couch. I'm sorry. Maybe I can clean it up . . ." My voice trails off as I realize the couch isn't the only thing ruined. My textbook is completely coated. "Fuck!"

Kevin grabs my face, forcing me to look at him.

"It's going to be okay. It's just a couch. Are you sure you're fine? You need to take off those clothes." Without another word, he grabs me like I weigh nothing and pulls me into his arms.

I hold onto his shoulders, afraid that he might let me fall.

"You don't need to do this," I tell him, tightening my hold on him.

He chuckles. "Don't worry, I won’t let you fall."

Something inside me tells me I can trust him, and I relax against his body. His masculine scent fills my senses, and my body wakes up, suddenly realizing how close we are. My eyes linger on his mouth as I remember our kiss.

Stepping into my bedroom, he makes me sit on the bed before reaching for my pants.

I grab his hand, stopping him.

"What are you doing?"

He looks at me confused. "You need to take off those pants so I can see how badly hurt you are."

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