I let out a chuckle. “I’m not hungry, that’s all.”
“I’ll get you some Hydralyte to drink. The electrolytes will help boost your energy.”
I give him a thankful smile before I walk into the bathroom. After I’m done showering, I brush my teeth and get dressed.
When I walk into the kitchen, Noah says, “Drink this. The food should be here soon.” He watches me like a hawk as I swallow the electrolytes down.
I rinse the glass then grin at him. “How was your Saturday night?”
He lets out a burst of air as a smile tugs at his lips. “I spent the night watching you sleep.”
My grin widens. “Yeah? Must’ve been boring.”
He shakes his head and slowly moves closer to me. “Not at all.” Wrapping his arm around my lower back, his other hand comes to my jaw. He lifts my face and presses a soft kiss to my mouth. Pulling back an inch, his eyes scan over my features. “Even though you were right there, I still missed you.”
Lifting my arms, I let my fingers tangle with his hair. I close the distance between us, but the moment our mouths touch, Noah takes control of the kiss until I’m breathless and contemplating ditching my studies for some sexy time between the sheets.
A knock at the door pulls us apart. While Noah sets the food down on the kitchen island, I get us fruit juice from the fridge.
Taking a seat on a stool, I say, “I like that you drink juice as well.”
Noah smiles as he places the bowl of chicken soup down in front of me. “Eat it all.”
“Yes, Mr. West,” I grumble playfully.
Noah tilts his head, his eyes sharpening on my face with a look of warning. “Don’t say things like that if you want to study today.”
Letting out a chuckle, I scoop up some soup and begin to eat.
After we’re done eating, Noah spends the rest of the day, helping me get all the work crammed into my brain. He teaches me a new way to study, and it makes remembering points so much easier.
It’s after midnight when I finally close my laptop, mumbling, “I should’ve asked for your notes instead of Jase’s.”
Noah lets out a chuckle as he stretches out next to me. “I don’t have any notes.”
“Right,” I grumble as I snuggle into his side. Glancing up at him, I ask, “Will you sleep here tonight?”
Noah’s eyes meet mine for a moment, then he says, “Sure, but I need to shower first.”
He presses a kiss to my forehead before he gets up to go to his room.
I lie and stare at the ceiling for a couple of minutes before I get up to grab a fresh pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Sneaking out of my room, I dart to Noah’s bedroom and quickly let myself in.
I can hear water running in the bathroom, and placing my clothes on his bed, I quickly get undressed. I go into the bathroom, and shutting the door softly, I stand and watch as Noah rinses suds from his hair.
My eyes drift over his muscled frame, and seeing all his delicious skin and abs carved from granite, heat instantly pools between my legs.
When I move closer, Noah’s head turns to me. Immediately the controlling look darkens his eyes as he leans back against the tiles.
I step under the spray of warm water, and with my gaze locked on his, I sink down to my knees.
NOAH
Carla’s been tired the whole week, and her appetite is almost non-existent. I’m really starting to get worried. I’ve made sure she gets eight hours of sleep a night, but it hasn’t changed anything.
Googling for reasons, I go through the list.
Chronic fatigue syndrome. Nope.
Pregnancy. Carla’s on the pill, but there’s always the possibility.
I keep scanning down the list.
Flu. Nope.
PMS. We’ve had sex, so I definitely would’ve known.
A frown begins to form between my brows, and then my eyes lift to Carla’s.
Shit, could she be pregnant?
I wait for her to finish her coffee, then ask, “When is your period due?”
Her eyebrows pop up. “Not a question I expected first thing in the morning.”
I tilt my head. “When?”
“In two days. Why?”
I shake my head. “No reason.” Yet.
If she misses her period, then I’ll get pregnancy tests so we can check if that’s the cause for her not feeling well.
She hides a yawn behind her hand as she picks up the coffee pot. I reach for the coffee to stop her from having another cup, saying, “I’d rather you have some electrolytes. It’s healthier.”
I dissolve a tablet for her and make sure she drinks it all.
When we’re ready, I pick up her bag, and taking hold of her hand, we walk out of the suite.
“All the work has probably just caught up with me,” Carla says as we step inside the elevator.
“Yeah,” I agree.
Carla’s been attending Trinity for almost six weeks. She should’ve adjusted by now.
My gut knows the reason already, but my mind’s not so sure.
I’ve purchased a pack which contains three tests, just to be sure of the result. The box says it can give an accurate result six days before a period is due, so we should know the outcome today.
Walking into Carla’s room, I lock the door behind me before I move to the side of the bed. Sitting down, I stare at her sleeping face.
No matter the outcome, I’ll be here for her.
I feel a twinge of panic, not because our future might change in a couple of minutes, but because I’m not sure how Carla’s going to handle the news.
Leaning over her, I press a kiss to her forehead, then to her cheek, and finally to her lips. Pulling back, I murmur, “Time to get up.”
Carla turns onto her back and stretches.
My gaze drops to her exposed stomach, and lifting my hand, I brush my fingers over her warm skin.
There’s a foreign sensation in my chest. Something akin to an ache… wanting more… wanting it all with Carla.
When her gaze settles on mine, I murmur, “Sit up.”
She scoots up against the pillows. I reach for her hand and fold my fingers over hers.
Facing the situation head-on, I say, “Your period is late.” I know this because I was deep inside her last night. “I got a box with three pregnancy tests.”
Carla’s eyes widen, and then a frown forms. “I’m probably just late from the stress.”
“I still want you to take them.” I bring up the box from where I kept them hidden next to me. “Please.”
The moment Carla’s gaze locks on it, anxiety blooms over her face.
Lifting my hand, I frame her cheek. “Look at me.” Her eyes dart to mine. “We’re going to be fine, whatever the outcome.”
Carla swallows hard before she scoots off the bed. I walk to the bathroom with her and place the box on the counter. Taking hold of her jaw, I press a kiss to her lips, then say, “Let me know when you’re done.”
As I leave and pull the door shut behind me, my last view is of Carla staring at the box as if it’s a death sentence. I almost cave and go back in, but knowing she needs privacy, I go sit on the edge of the bed.
Ten minutes pass excruciatingly slowly, and I’m just about to knock on the door when it opens.