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“Helena...”
I became even more nervous. I felt I needed to tell Thomas about the pregnancy, but at the same time, it didn't seem like the best time with that woman haunting us. If she had said all thoseterrible things to me, she could have said even worse things to him.
“Never mind.”
“What did she do?” she insisted.
“Nothing.”
“It's not what it seems.”
“He only said a few things...”
“Look,” he lifted my face by the chin and made me face him, “I don't want you to let whatever she said affect you.”
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Yes, love. Anyone.”
“Do you think I might be a gold-digger or something?”
“What? Of course not. That woman is crazy.”
I smiled, feeling reassured by his answer.
“Is that what she told you?”
I said yes.
“Don't worry. I love you, Helena; the girls do too.”
My smile widened even more.
“I love you all too.”
I moved my mouth closer to Thomas's, and this time, our kiss became much more intense. My body warmed up as his hands went around it, and it was easy to remember how I had ended up pregnant.
“Go find a room!” someone shouted as they passed by on the street, and I turned away completely clumsily.
“I bet it's jealousy,” joked Thomas.
“We can't keep grabbing each other in the middle of the street.”
“Then come with me.” He wrapped his arms around my waist again.
“Not today.”
“Please...”
“I have classes to finish, and you must have work to do.”
“I can continue tomorrow.” He grazed his goatee on my neck, knowing how hard it was to resist the shiver he was giving me.
“I'd better not.” I slipped my hands around his shoulders.
“Are you sure?”
“I have.”