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Cal immediately rose to her feet.
I caught her hand in mine and tugged her to sit on the edge of my bed. “You stay.”
Our stares locked, and she swallowed hard. The chatter around us stopped.
“You forgot a question mark and a six-letter word.” She arched a devastatingly sassy brow.
“Stay, hot-ass?”
She gave me a chiding look.
I groaned. “Stay, please?”
She nodded, squeezing my hand in hers. “Until you’re sick and tired of me.”
Don’t hold your breath.
I wasn’t falling in love. I was galloping straight into a heartbreak for the goddamn books. Because Cal was no longer an abstract idea. Something unattainable and faraway. This time, I knew what she tasted like, how it felt to have her lips flutter over my skin when she laughed. What it was like to fall asleep with my nose buried in her hair. How she tightened and spasmed around me when she came all over my cock.
I was addicted to her scent, to her hugs, to the way her whole face opened up with delight that first fraction of a second when she saw something she liked. She was my Roman Empire.
“Right.” The doctor looked around the room, probably confused as to how my grumpy ass had so many people who cared about him. “So, if everyone else can just…”
“Fuck off?” I offered.
“Wait.” Cal leaned into my face, biting down on a grin. “Are you sure you want me to stay?”
Forever. “Never been more positive.”
“Negativity is the ongoing theme in his life,” Rhyland chipped in. Dylan grunted.
“Can I ask…why?” Cal’s big eyes blinked imploringly.
“Because you’re…” I was trying to think of the right word.
Familiar?
Comforting?
Easy to talk to?
“Home.”
“Ohhhh,” Dylan moaned again, this time clutching her pearls. “Shit.”
“I’m a grown-ass man,” I barked at her from behind Cal’s shoulder. “Shut up and let m—”
“No!” Dylan stood up, and when she did, it sounded like a water balloon burst against the floor, and her dress was all wet. “My water just broke.”
CAL
“Friday I’m in Love”—The Cure
I was a little worried when Zeta commanded me to stay with Row while she headed upstairs to the maternity ward with Dylan. But I’d also been dying to get some alone time with him ever since I saw him collapse on the sidewalk in a puddle of his own blood earlier today.
He wanted me to stay. And I had a feeling he wasn’t just referring to the hospital room. We were holding hands; his breathing was shallow and flat, making my own pulse thump out of rhythm with anxiety.
“You dodged a bullet with that stab wound.” The doctor chuckled at his own joke. “No puns intended, yeah?”
