Page 186 of Buy Back My Love

“No.”

He laughed. “Lee.”

I reached out, and his whole demeanor changed the second my hand wrapped around him.

“Don’t start no shit you're not finishing.”

“I’m just looking.”

“You’re looking with your hands now?”

“Apparently.” I moved my hand slowly, more curious than anything at first, and Van exhaled through his nose.

“Lee, don’t tease me, man.”

I looked up at him. “When the last time you had sex?”

That caught him off guard, but he thought about it. “Sometime before Christmas.”

My hand slowed. Before Christmas meant me and Van weren’t together then. Hell, we still weren’t officially together now, so he hadn’t done anything wrong. That didn’t mean I liked picturing it.

“Who?”

Van looked down at me. “You’re asking too many questions.”

“I’m just asking.”

“Nah. You’re being nosy.”

I kept my hand moving.

“When the last time you got tested?”

“March.” That answer came fast.

“You clean?”

“Yeah.”

By then he was fully hard, and one look at what I had in my hand made me understand exactly why he hadn’t wanted to play show-and-tell. He had been hiding a lot under those joggers.

I swallowed. “Can I trust you?”

Van’s eyes came up to mine. “Always.”

He didn’t joke or come back with something smart. He just looked at me and waited while I decided what I wanted to do next.

Van laughed under his breath. “You’re looking scared now.”

“I am not scared.”

“Mhm.”

I looked down again and had to admit, okay, maybe I was a little scared. But curiosity had gotten me this far, and apparently pregnancy hadn’t done a damn thing for my decision-making skills. I moved toward the edge of the bed, and Van rested a hand lightly against the back of my neck.

“Lee.”

I looked up.