You Know I Need You (You Are Mine #4) - Willow Winters Page 0,9
you. I wouldn’t touch that shit or anything like it.”
She sets the clear glass down and then looks at me as she says, “Tony did.” She walks past me, brushing her shoulder against mine.
“I quit for a reason,” I tell her again and my tone begs her to listen. To forgive me. “I didn’t do anything, and if anyone in the world would believe me, it would be you.” My voice croaks on the last word and I have to swallow my plea.
“I believe you,” Kat replies instantly, hating that she’s causing me pain. This is why she’s too good for me, but I’ll be damned if I’m not going to do everything I can to keep her.
“No secrets?” she asks and there’s a change in her expression.
I shake my head no, although I feel like a fucking coward. “No secrets.”
“I have one,” she whispers softly.
“What’s that?” I ask her, sensing the air changing between us, darkening and chilling.
“I have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow,” she tells me and her eyes flicker to me, right before darting to the floor. She can’t look at me and that makes me more nervous than anything else.
“The doctor’s? Are you all right?” I ask her, my voice low, the memories of my mother filtering in. I take one step toward her and wait for her to move back, but she doesn’t.
She shrugs and stares at the countertop.
“What’s going on, Kat?” I ask her, listening to my heart beat hard then harder still as she makes me wait.
Her forehead scrunches the way it does just before she cries and I chance another step closer to her. I can feel the heat from her body as she sniffles and looks away from me.
“It’s okay,” I whisper. I reach out to her, praying she lets me hold her, and she does. Her shoulders are stiff at first, but she gives in and I say a silent prayer, thanking God for it. Her soft curves are warm in my embrace and I’m quick to kiss the crown of her head. The smell of her shampoo and every little detail about her is comforting. This is my drug. She’s my only addiction.
“Baby, it’s okay,” I tell her as I pull her small body snugger into my arms. I needed this. I hold her as close as I can, rocking her slightly and loving how she grips me right back.
I hold her like I have for years, and it feels so natural. So right.
“Just tell me what it is, sweetheart,” I whisper in her hair as she sobs into my chest. It hurts. Every bit of her sadness shreds me. “I’m sorry,” I tell her and pull back to look at her, but she just buries her face back into my chest.
It’s a long moment before Kat quietly pulls away.
“I have something you should see,” she says and walks off. She wraps her arms around her torso as I follow her toward the stairs.
Anxiousness suffocates me, not knowing what it is she wants to show me.
“Stay here,” she tells me, looking over her shoulder as she grips the railing.
I nod and watch her walk upstairs alone. She takes slow steps the entire way. Her bare feet pad softly on the floor as she leaves me.
I wait with bated breath. My body begs me to sit, the exhaustion making me want to give in and fall onto the couch. But I remain standing.
In the silence all I can think about is the shattered window, the fact that someone broke in. If they didn’t take anything, maybe they left something behind instead. Whatever it is, a picture of some shit I did, a text or a letter—I don’t care what it is that’s making her so damn upset. I’ll fix it.
I won’t let her go, and I’ll destroy anyone and everyone who gets between us.
My head lifts when I hear her coming down the stairs, and my feet move of their own accord.
They don’t move for long, though. The second my eyes land on the white plastic stick in her hands, my body freezes.
My mouth hangs open slightly as I glance from the pregnancy test to Kat’s face.
She stops in front of me, barely looking at me and holds it out. “I’m sorry,” she whispers in a cracked voice. As if this is bad. As if she’s done something wrong.
“Baby, why are you sorry?” I look between her and the stick. I can’t will myself to take it or to even believe