That’s what worried her. Not if, but when. “I have a steel resolve.”
And knees of jelly.
She was still being selfish, but she didn’t care. They were together, and if she could have another month with him, she’d take it. If he kissed her, though, she would melt and want to have s*x with him. He was worse than chocolate cake. And the doctor said no s*x for at least a month.
They sat together on the couch in front of the fire, flames l*****g at the silence and warming the air. Indy devoured her pizza and wondered how long it would take to lose all the weight she’d put on during the pregnancy.
She stretched her legs out until her ankles rested on the table next to her plate. “Aah.”
“Sore feet?”
“Swollen ankles.”
He wiped his face on a napkin and tossed it on his plate. “Let me see.”
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