Katherine's POV
"Thanks for tonight." He said as he parked in front of my apartment and turned to me.
I nodded, still reeling from what happened that night to get my voice out.
"Is there a problem?" he frowned.
Yes, there is. There is a lot of them.
I shook my head. I felt tears threatening to be out of my eyes and I sighed. Pregnancy had pushed a whole hard girl like me into the mud.
He leaned forward, held my face in his hand and stared at me. I held my breath and found it hard to breathe. He was so close. He was so close he could kiss me if he leaned it a bit further.
I wanted him to kiss me. I didn't want him to kiss me. Pictures of our first and only night flashed in my head and I hoped that I didn't groan out loud. That would be mortifying.
That was a night I didn't want to forget even with the consequences living in my belly. His kisses were so good I could still taste his lips on mine. I wondered if he would taste the same way if he kissed me now.
My lips felt dry and I wondered if they seemed dry. He wouldn't want to kiss me if my lips didn't look inviting. I felt an insane urge to run my tongue over my lips and thought against it. That would be like me inviting him for a kiss and that wasn't what I wanted.
Shit. What the hell did I want?
He glanced at my lips and my heart started beating fast, going into overdrive. Did he want to kiss me?
It was harder to breathe than it was earlier and I knew the moment my chest started heaving up and down in anticipation of what might come. I was nervous and freaked out and... yes, I was excited as well.
I didn't like the man but that didn't mean I didn't like his body. He had a body I would gladly run my hands over without minding how much he was an asshole at times. I could tape his mouth if I had to.
I wanted to run my hands through his dark tousled hair. It would be even better if I was kissing him while doing that.
"Katherine," he called, forcing my attention back to the present.
"What?" I said, my voice sounding strange.
I winced at how choked my word came out.
His frown went deeper and I couldn't even blame him.
"Are you sick?"
I frowned at the unexpected question. "Why did you ask that?" I sighed in relief, grateful that my voice came out normally this time.
He glanced briefly at my lips before he glanced back at my eyes. "Your lips are shaking and the way you are breathing hard is making me worry."
I winced.
I am shaking because I want you, dummy.
I blushed at the thought in my head. He stared at me for a while, his eyes lingering on my lips and he let out a groan. He shifted back into his seat, ran his hands through his hair and sighed.
Few minutes ago, I would have assumed he groaned because he was also fighting his attraction to me like I was. Now, I knew better. He was worried I was sick and probably blaming himself for making me sick.
"I'm fine." I said to reassure him.
I wasn't sick. Maybe I was sick from longing but he didn't need to know that. The point was that I wasn't sick as he thought I was.
He glanced at me, his eyes darkening and I hated that I made him worry. He finally nodded.
"I hope you are not." He said. "You should get inside now. It's getting late."
I still wanted to stay out here with him but that would seem weird if I said that out loud to him so I nodded.
"Good night." I said and turned to open the door.
"Wait," he called out a few seconds later, just as I opened the door.
I quickly closed the door and turned to him, thinking he was about to say I should stay with him for some more time as well.
"Are you registered for antenatal?"
I blinked at him, hoping I heard him right. Of all the words I expected to pop out of his mouth, that was the last thing I would have guessed.
It didn't seem weird that he asked if I thought about it—he was the father of the child after all—but I hadn't expected him to care.
"Yes, I have."
Are you coming with me on my next appointment?
I kept the question to myself, hoping he would get to his reason for asking that without me having to pressure him.
He nodded. "Good. You shouldn't miss your appointment. I don't want you sick."
Awwn awwwn. I wanted to melt that he cared even though he hadn't asked because of what I wanted.
"Thank you." I didn't have anything else to say.
He shrugged. "No problem. I don't want you sick on days I might need you to be somewhere with me."
Asshole.
The thought popped in my head faster before I wanted it to. Could he be any more annoying and could I be any more silly for getting carried away so soon and forgetting so soon who he is?
He was in this for himself and how did I think he would start caring about me and worrying?
"Good night, Jack." I said to him and stepped out of the car.
It was either I did that or I let loose of my annoyance and start yelling at him. I knew what I was going to get if I did that. He was going to look at me like I was crazy and I was going to...
I didn't know what I was going to do. It wasn't like I could beat him. That would be a disaster if I did that. It wasn't like he was going to beat me if I did but I didn't think that was a good idea.
I remembered his words to Melissa hours ago that he would have sent her teeth flying if she wasn't female. I knew that was meant to reassure me that he wasn't a person to make a sport out of beating women but it didn't make me feel better.
I hated the reminder of that night and how Melissa was.
"Good night." He muttered as I stepped out.
I didn't bother responding and neither did I look back. I headed straight to my apartment and unlocked it, sagging against the door the moment I got in.
What was I doing to myself?