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Pushing the door open, he made his way into her apartment, his heart sinking. She looked miserable.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, taking a step back.
“I heard you were sick.”
“I tried to tell him you weren’t feeling well,” Sofie huffed.
“It’s okay, Sofie. I’m good.” Alana smiled softly. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“Okay.” Sofie hesitated, her gaze darting back and forth between them. With a wave, she left out the door, shutting it gently behind her.
“What’s wrong, babe?” he asked as he stepped forward, wanting to hold her.
She held up a hand and grimaced. “You shouldn’t come close. I could be contagious.”
“I don’t care.” He pulled her to him and wrapped his arms around her. It felt so good to feel her soft form against him. “We need to talk, Alana.”
“We do,” she sniffed, her forehead lying against his chest. He slid a hand to her forehead, not sensing a fever.
“Let’s get you to bed,” Scooping her up into his arms, he carefully carried her back into her bedroom.
“If you get sick, I’m not responsible,” she joked.
“I’ll be fine.”
Laying her down, he pulled the covers over her as she leaned back against the pillows, facing him. He took a seat on the edge of the bed, taking her in. Even though she was sick, she was still the most beautiful woman in the world.
“Who told you I was sick?” she asked.
“Jaxon called to say two weird women came over, and one looked like death warmed over,” he chuckled.
She stiffened.
He wasn’t sure why.
Reaching for her hand, he laced their fingers together.
“Look, I just want to explain some things,” he began, studying their hands, taking in the darker contrast of her skin against his. “I’m sure you saw some things online, and I want to say that going out to clubs and parties comes with the job, unfortunately. Before, I would get caught up in everything and enjoy myself immensely.”
“I remember.”
Looking into her brown eyes, he pressed a kiss to the back of her hand.
“But then I met you, and everything changed. You’re all I think about. It’s you I want to be with.”
He wasn’t going to go much deeper than this for the moment. He could wait until she felt better to have the conversation about them moving in together.
“I saw your Instagram page, and I may have gotten a little upset,” she admitted, her grip on his hand tightening. “I don’t like seeing women hanging all over you and trying to get your attention. I know I don’t look like them—”
“What?” He narrowed his gaze on her. What the hell was she talking about? She was gorgeous.
“Don’t patronize me. I’m not tall or thin. I don’t fit the type of women you usually dated.”
“Do you honestly think you aren’t beautiful?”
He still hated that she saw the parade of women who came and went when she looked at him.
“It’s not about me thinking I’m beautiful. It’s knowing that I probably won’t be able to hold your attention for long. I’m different. How long until you’re bored with the geeky girl next door?”
