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occasionally I get bored.”
I played with my hand where he’d been touching it, weighed down by thoughts. “I just want to know ... these things will matter, after the baby’s born.”
“You said you weren’t really seeing someone. What did that mean?” he asked me.
I looked out of the window. “I’m not seeing anyone.”
“ There’s been no one?”
I shook my head.
“Except me?”
“I’ve been busy,” I said. I exhaled slowly. How did I tell him that sex with other men paled in comparison to the degree where it was hardly worth it? The short answer my brain arrived at was that I simply didn’t tell him. Things were messy and complicated enough.
His hand, undaunted by my earlier rejection, slowly traced a line across the inside of my forearm. He was distracted again, frowning as his finger made a pattern on the sensitive flesh. I shivered despite myself, aware of a rash of goose bumps crawling across my skin. Pulling my arm away, I rubbed it harshly.
“W hy are you so prickly today?” His smile was dark; I realized he was, if not yet aroused, thinking about becoming aroused. He looked like he wanted to seduce me; I could recognize that look from fifty paces.
I wet my lips with my tongue, feeling that my mouth was dry. Hell … how could he do that to me so easily? “My head’s not in a great place,” I told him.
“You sp end too much time in your head,” he said.
He was right , but I resisted him nonetheless. “It’s probably the safest place for me right now.”
“But not the best place.” Pulling himself up, he leaned an arm across the back of the sofa. He gave me his full attention. “You had sex with me last night before the gig. Why was it any different then?”
I inhaled involuntarily. “I wasn’t thinking straight,” I said. “I’d been stressed for about two straight weeks without anyone to talk to except my sister. I was ...” I looked down, feeling the empty words for what they were. “... tense.”
“You’re still tense as far as I can s ee,” he said, and he was amused now.
“I don’t think we should sleep in the same bed tonight.” I rushed the words, feeling my body begin its slow, mutinous journey away from my mind.
Nathan’s smile deepened. “Sleeping in separate rooms isn’t going to stop us from having sex with each other. You know that.”
“No, but all of this is confusing enough, and I’m not sure we should be so casual about our relationship. I think we have to set boundaries-”
“Chloe, I like touching you.” As if proving his point, he disturbed the escaped tendril of hair by my ear with his finger. “I feel affectionate towards you. There’s nothing casual about it.”
Casual affection … I tossed my hair back out of his reach, assailed by frustration suddenly. “But we’re not in a committed relationship,” I said, my voice low with control. “People won’t understand-”
“What people?”
“The baby for a start.” I said. I frowned. “My family.” Me , I wanted to add. “We’ve got seven months to get used to the idea of becoming parents together. I don’t think having sex every time we feel like is going to help.”
He sat back, sighing heavily. “God forbid we should actually try and enjoy this,” he said. His glance on me was distrustful. “Who cares about other people’s ideas of what a committed relationship is? This suits us. You told me yourself it suits you, your lifestyle, our setup. We’ve got a better relationship than anyone I know-”
B etter or just more convenient for him? My brows lifted. “It’s not difficult to have a great relationship when you never ask anything from each other because you’re only in the same city a few times year.”
He looked as though he were considering being offended, but he didn’t take the bait. “What do you want to ask me for?” He turned towards me, his interest pricked.
I stilled. “I don’t want to ask for you anything
I played with my hand where he’d been touching it, weighed down by thoughts. “I just want to know ... these things will matter, after the baby’s born.”
“You said you weren’t really seeing someone. What did that mean?” he asked me.
I looked out of the window. “I’m not seeing anyone.”
“ There’s been no one?”
I shook my head.
“Except me?”
“I’ve been busy,” I said. I exhaled slowly. How did I tell him that sex with other men paled in comparison to the degree where it was hardly worth it? The short answer my brain arrived at was that I simply didn’t tell him. Things were messy and complicated enough.
His hand, undaunted by my earlier rejection, slowly traced a line across the inside of my forearm. He was distracted again, frowning as his finger made a pattern on the sensitive flesh. I shivered despite myself, aware of a rash of goose bumps crawling across my skin. Pulling my arm away, I rubbed it harshly.
“W hy are you so prickly today?” His smile was dark; I realized he was, if not yet aroused, thinking about becoming aroused. He looked like he wanted to seduce me; I could recognize that look from fifty paces.
I wet my lips with my tongue, feeling that my mouth was dry. Hell … how could he do that to me so easily? “My head’s not in a great place,” I told him.
“You sp end too much time in your head,” he said.
He was right , but I resisted him nonetheless. “It’s probably the safest place for me right now.”
“But not the best place.” Pulling himself up, he leaned an arm across the back of the sofa. He gave me his full attention. “You had sex with me last night before the gig. Why was it any different then?”
I inhaled involuntarily. “I wasn’t thinking straight,” I said. “I’d been stressed for about two straight weeks without anyone to talk to except my sister. I was ...” I looked down, feeling the empty words for what they were. “... tense.”
“You’re still tense as far as I can s ee,” he said, and he was amused now.
“I don’t think we should sleep in the same bed tonight.” I rushed the words, feeling my body begin its slow, mutinous journey away from my mind.
Nathan’s smile deepened. “Sleeping in separate rooms isn’t going to stop us from having sex with each other. You know that.”
“No, but all of this is confusing enough, and I’m not sure we should be so casual about our relationship. I think we have to set boundaries-”
“Chloe, I like touching you.” As if proving his point, he disturbed the escaped tendril of hair by my ear with his finger. “I feel affectionate towards you. There’s nothing casual about it.”
Casual affection … I tossed my hair back out of his reach, assailed by frustration suddenly. “But we’re not in a committed relationship,” I said, my voice low with control. “People won’t understand-”
“What people?”
“The baby for a start.” I said. I frowned. “My family.” Me , I wanted to add. “We’ve got seven months to get used to the idea of becoming parents together. I don’t think having sex every time we feel like is going to help.”
He sat back, sighing heavily. “God forbid we should actually try and enjoy this,” he said. His glance on me was distrustful. “Who cares about other people’s ideas of what a committed relationship is? This suits us. You told me yourself it suits you, your lifestyle, our setup. We’ve got a better relationship than anyone I know-”
B etter or just more convenient for him? My brows lifted. “It’s not difficult to have a great relationship when you never ask anything from each other because you’re only in the same city a few times year.”
He looked as though he were considering being offended, but he didn’t take the bait. “What do you want to ask me for?” He turned towards me, his interest pricked.
I stilled. “I don’t want to ask for you anything
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