“Is she still out?” Cameron asks as he hands me a coffee.
“Thanks.” I take it and nod.
“What’s with the boner?” he smirks.
I look down to the obvious erection through the towel and I shrug.
“She’s unconscious,” Cameron says flatly.
I smirk and nod as I sip my coffee. “I know.” My eyes meet his.
He shakes his head and rolls his eyes as he walks up the hall to Natasha’s bedroom. He stands at the door as he takes a stethoscope from his pocket. I quickly scoot past him and pull the blankets up over her. It is just getting dark so I flick on the side lamp.
He smirks at me. “You know I’m a doctor right?”
I nod. “Yeah, I know. I also know you’re a sex maniac.”
He rolls his eyes.
I smile and bend to kiss Tash on the side of the face again as I gently take a seat beside her with my coffee.
He picks up her hand and starts to take her pulse.
“What time will she wake up?” I ask.
He shrugs. “Between twelve and sixteen hours after she was sedated.”
“Do you think she has a brain tumour?” I ask.
He smiles as his eyes stay on her face. “No.”
“Do you think she has brain cancer?”
He shakes his head again. “No.” He widens his eyes at me.
I watch him silently as he pulls up her shirt and listens to her chest.
“How are you going with the period thing?” He smiles.
“Fine,” I snap as I take a sip of my coffee.
He smiles broadly.
“What?”
“This domestic version of Stan is very entertaining.”
I fake a smile. “Hilarious.”
He picks his coffee up from the side table and takes a seat on the end of the bed.
“What happened? Why did she get this migraine?”
I shrug. “Probably because I am an idiot who keeps stressing her out.” I sigh.
“Did you tell her you didn’t trust her?”
I shake my head. “No.”
“Did you argue?” he asks.
“No, she was calm and I argued. Tell me, Cam, do you think Natasha loves me?” I sigh.
He smiles. “I hope so.”
My face drops.
“Of course she does, idiot.” He frowns. “Why would you even say that?”
I shrug and take a drink of my coffee. “She keeps leaving me.”
He shakes his head. “Josh … she has had her own reasons. She has never played up on you. Hell, she hasn’t even slept with anyone else.” He frowns.
I run my hands through my hair in frustration.
“What are you worried about?” he sighs.
“That she is going to leave me again, and that I won’t cope,” I mumble.
“Josh. Get over it. Every man on the planet gets fucked around at some time. Why are you carrying on?” he whispers angrily.
I shrug as my eyes flick to Tash.
“You call her the drama queen. I reckon you’re being the drama queen. Of course she was pissed the other night and left. You were filmed with a stripper. I’m pissed off with you myself for being so stupid,” he snaps.
I pick up her hand and kiss the back of it. “I’m still in love with her,” I whisper as my eyes linger on her beautiful face.
Cameron rolls his eyes. “Tell me something I don’t know.”
Adrian
I wake to the sound of the shower running and I smile as I roll over and look at the ceiling. I haven’t felt this happy for a very long time. After spending every night with Nicholas for the last month we have finally become intimate over the weekend. It’s Monday morning and he hasn’t left my side since Friday. Satisfaction is running heavily through my veins, both emotionally and physically. The shower turns off and ten minutes later I hear Nicholas out in the kitchen. It’s weird he didn’t wake me up like he has every other day. I rise and walk out. He is dressed in his suit and is sitting on the lounge putting socks on.
I saunter into the kitchen and flick the coffee machine on. “Good morning, I smile.
He looks up from what he is doing and his haunted eyes meet mine. I frown in question.
“Put some clothes on,” he whispers.
I frown again and put my hand on my hip. “Excuse me,” I mutter. He’s got to be kidding-we have been naked the whole weekend.
He drops his head again and fiddles with his socks.
“What’s up?” I ask as I lean on the bench. Something is obviously the matter.
He stands. “I’m in love with you,” he whispers.
I smile. “Well that’s good because I am in love with you,” I reply.
He drops his head. “Don’t,” he whispers.
I frown. “What do you mean don’t?” I reply.
“Adrian, you can’t love me.”
“Why not?” I snap.