Fuck!
Clearly Cora of the other world and I didn’t share the same cycles.
Or, damn and blast, maybe we did.
“Um…” I muttered, my mind awhirl, trying to recall when I had my last period but knowing whenever it was, it was in this world, not Tor’s.
Oh dear.
“What’s goin’ on?” he asked.
“Nothing,” I said quickly. “It just… gets like this. I’m, uh… irregular. It, um… sucks.”
“Sucks?”
“Yes, sucks.”
He studied me. Then he noted, “Cory, baby, never heard you use that word before.” Uh-oh. “You speak proper,” he went on and I stared up at him. Then he grinned and his voice dropped low. “Why I like you. Thought you were an uppity bitch and you are, cold as ice but with me…” He dipped his head and whispered in my ear, “Wildcat.”
Cora was a wildcat for this guy?
Whoa.
I had to get it together and I had to play this right. Until I could figure out what was going on in my life and play him out of it that was.
And I also needed to go get a freaking pregnancy test. Stat.
I wrapped my hand around his neck and whispered in his ear, “I’m sorry, um… my love. I just, well… I’m not myself.”
He lifted his head and looked at me. Then he lifted his hand and cupped my cheek.
“Can I get you something?” he asked.
Damn, this guy was kind of sweet. How did Cora latch onto him, seeing as she was such a bitch?
“No, love, just… I need to rest.”
“Fine, I’ll come by later and –”
“No!” I cried, his brows shot together and I hurried on. “No, uh, my sweet, just… I need some alone time. I’m not me. I just feel… not myself. Can you call me later?”
His eyes narrowed and he informed me, “This is two nights you’ve wanted to be alone. Babe, my clothes are in your closet. You get what that means?”
Did he live at my place?
He, luckily, went on, “I’m happy to give you space, you need it, I got my own. But, you got issues, we need to sort them out. You with me?”
Shoo. He had his own space. All was not lost.
“I’m with you. And I don’t have any issues.” Yeah, right. “It’s… um, I just don’t feel good, Noc. Can you give me some time? When I feel better, everything will be okay.”
Fat chance of that.
His eyes moved over my face. Then he said softly, “Yeah, baby, I can give you some time.”
Damn, he was sweet.
“Thanks,” I whispered.