Page 138 of Tell Me Something

“We don’t have to do this, Haylee.”

“No, we absolutely have to. I don’t want one little speck of a doubt.”

“I trust you,” he whispered, cupping my face.

I swallowed past the lump in my throat, knowing how hard it was for him to say that. “I believe you.” I let out a breath. “But we’re still getting the test. It’s too important not to.”

His fingers brushed my face, and he thankfully changed the subject. “Did you want to find out the sex with the blood test in a few weeks?”

“I’d rather let it be a surprise, but you want to know, don’t you?”

He gave me a small smile. “I’m good with whatever you want.”

“I THOUGHT we were going straight to your doctor’s office.” I turned toward Josh. After the two-hour train ride, the car had met us at the train station in New York City and now had pulled up in front of his building.

“I thought the condo might be more conducive for getting a sample. From here I can take it down to the doctor’s office. They only require getting it within an hour.”

That made sense and sounded better than a sterile room. Walking inside, I was filled with nostalgia. Last weekend I had barely made it past the hall. I missed the happier times here.

“Not much has changed,” he voiced, watching me look around.

“I guess we should probably get on with it.” I turned toward him, anxious to complete the task.

“Yeah. God, I never thought we’d ever be awkward about sex.”

I smiled, feeling the same way. “Where’s the cup?”

“Uh, it’s on the nightstand. I guess you could help me. Fuck, this is horrible.” He took a seat on the sofa and dropped his head in his hands.

Kneeling in front of him, I took his hands in mine. “Come on. It doesn’t have to be. Despite everything that has happened, I did miss you. It’s been too long.” He hadn’t made a move to do more than kiss me all week, and I hadn’t pushed it. I’d simply needed his presence more than anything else over the last few days.

“Maybe we’re putting too much pressure on this,” he suggested. “We could do it on Monday or maybe over the Christmas break, when we’ll have more time.”

Yeah, right. There was no way I was waiting any longer. “I have an idea.” Taking his hand, I led him into his bedroom.

“And what would that be?”

I grinned. “I’m going to tie you up.”

He raised a brow, and his eyes looked wary.

“Come on, we’ve never done that, and it’s not like I’m plotting to leave you here tied to the bed.”

I could tell he was reluctant, but finally he undressed, never letting his eyes leave mine.

“Climb up on the bed,” I suggested.

“You like the thought of tying me up?”

“It’s kind of hot.” I didn’t reveal that last night I’d been searching on the Internet for ways to help him with this.

“There’s nothing hot about doing this into a cup.”

After quickly peeling off my clothes, I stood there in nothing but my bra and panties. “How do you know? You could get to the point where you insist on this.”

He rolled his eyes but gave me a smile just the same.

I waited with a raised brow until he complied with lying on the bed. Then, taking his robe belt, I leaned over with my breasts in his face to tie his hands to the headboard.