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I think I’m blushing, which Lili confirms when she smirks.
“You’re good for him, Collins. And I think he’s good for you.” She pats my belly. “I can’t wait to get back to London. There’s this store on Bond Street with the cutest baby clothes, and I’ve beendyingto shop there.”
I watch Lili bustle down the hallway, whistling merrily as she steps into the elevator. She waves, then yawns before the doors close.
Stepping into the penthouse is strange. I’ve never been here alone before.
Kit texted me earlier, letting me know he got pulled into a project at work and wouldn’t be home until late. I was disappointed earlier. But now it’s nice, having some time alone to think about what Lili said.
I think part of me has been using this pregnancy as an excuse. Allowing it to tether me to Kit without having to fully commit. Using reasoning like he should be near the baby to justify my sleeping in the same bed or agreeing to move in with him.
But the baby isn’t here yet. He or she won’t be here for months. I keep choosing to be around Kit becauseIwant to be around him.
And Kit deserves to know that.
Excitement wars with nerves as I head into the bedroom. I undress and toss my clothes into the hamper, then head into the bathroom.
The shower connected to the primary suite might be my favorite part of Kit’s penthouse, second only to the piano. It’s huge and decadent, approximately the same size as my entire former bathroom. I stand under the steaming spray, letting the water pound my scalp and shoulders, wondering what I should say when Kit gets home.
I’m used to him being the instigator.
He’s hit on me dozens of times. Surely, I can initiate thingsonce?
I suds my hair, watching the white lather slide down the drain.
It’s just Kit. A thought that used to provide reassurance and incite easy dismissal weighs a lot more than it used to. It sounds important—he’simportant.
And I’m scared.
But it’s not fair to expect him to keep being the one who puts himself out there first. If I were him, I would have given up on me a long time ago.
Time to show him that wasn’t a mistake.
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“Anything good?” I ask the fridge door.
It shuts a few seconds later, revealing Collins. “Hey. You’re here.”
“I live here, remember?” I tease her as I tug at my tie so I can undo the top button. “We wrapped up earlier than expected.”
I reach past her to reopen the fridge, pulling a bottle of water out. There’s a plate covered with foil sitting on the shelf.
“I made dinner,” Collins says almost shyly. “Those are leftovers if youhaven’t eaten.”
I did eat at the office because I’m not used to having food waiting for me, but if she cooked for me, I’ll eat every bite.
“I didn’t know you cooked.”
“Try it before you say that,” Collins cautions.
I smile, watching her play with the sash holding her robe together.
The robe is short, stopping just above her knee. If she’s wearing anything under it, it’s not very long. And I’m having a hard time focusing on anything else.
“Are you naked under that?” I ask, twisting the cap off the water bottle.
“Yes.”