Chapter 27
Natasha
“She’s not awake, you need to get over here. Something is wrong.”
My heavy eyelids flutter as Joshua’s voice echoes through the apartment from the living room, the bedroom is dark and lit only by the side lamp.
“She should have been awake four hours ago.” He goes silent as he listens.
“I mean it, get your ass over here now, Cameron.” He goes silent as he listens again. “Or maybe I should take her straight to the hospital.” He listens. “Hang on, I will check.” He walks back into the room and I sleepily open my eyes.
“Hey, baby,” I whisper.
He closes his eyes in relief and puts his hand on his chest. “She’s awake, call you later.” He hangs up.
He sits gently on the side of the bed. “Are you ok?” He brushes the hair from my forehead.
“Sorry,” I whisper in a throaty voice.
He frowns. “What for, Presh?” He bends and kisses my cheek gently and I smile.
“You had to stay with me. I hate these stupid headaches,” I mumble.
He smiles broadly and pulls me into an embrace. “You scared the shit out of me. I thought you were going to die.”
I smile again. Hmm, beautiful Josh is here. “I need to go to the bathroom,” I whisper.
He helps me out of bed, and I walk gingerly to the bathroom as he holds my hand.
“It’s ok. I can walk by myself,” I whisper.
He frowns. “Natasha, you have just been unconscious for eighteen hours. I am helping you.”
“I need a shower,” I sigh as I lean against the vanity. Joshua runs the shower and then turns and smiles warmly at me.
I frown. “What?” I ask.
He bends and kisses me again on the forehead.
“Josh, I need to go to the toilet. Can you go out?” I whisper.
He is still leaning over me. “No.”
I frown. “Josh, give me some privacy, please.”
“Presh, I have been looking after your needs for the last eighteen hours. We have no secrets anymore.”
My eyes widen in horror. “What?”
“You have your period and I have been looking after you.” He kisses my face again as he pulls me into an embrace.
“Oh, my fuck.” I put my head into my hands in embarrassment. What must he have seen? I am mortified.
“Why are you doing that? It was the most intimate thing I have ever done. I loved every minute of it.” He kisses the side of my face again.
“Oh Josh, just get out!” I snap. This is horrifying.
“Presh.” He smiles as he kisses my neck.
“Out now!”
He stands, seemingly disappointed, and leaves the now steamy bathroom. I pull my pants down and look down and smile. I have two pads on, one on top of the other. I giggle to myself. What an idiot, what is that going to do?
He knocks on the door. “Yes,” I answer.
He slowly opens the door and passes me a packet of tampons.
I smirk and snatch them from him, and he smiles. I look at the packet and frown.
“What are these?” I ask
He widens his eyes. “Tampons,” he says flatly.
“What size are these?” I smirk.
“Your size,” he answers, affronted.
“Did you go to the shop and buy these?” Oh my God, now I have seen it all.
He nods.
I bite my bottom lip to stifle the huge grin on my face. “You went to the shop to buy me tampons?”
“So,” he snaps, “isn’t that what guys do for their girlfriends?” I smile and hold my hand up to him and he takes it gently.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
He bends and kisses me again as he relaxes.
“For the record though, mini tampons are for thirteen-year- old girls. My size is super.”
He frowns. “There is no way in hell you have a supersized vagina.”
I giggle again. “Get out, idiot.”
He shakes his head and strips off as he gets into the shower.
“I told you, no more secrets.” He turns his back to me and starts to soap up.
I finish up, brush my teeth and get into the shower with him.
He turns and pulls me into an embrace and cuddles me tightly as he covers my face with kisses. “Don’t scare me like that again, Presh, I thought you were going to die,” he whispers into the top of my head.
I lean into his chest and smile. The hot water running over us is soothing and I feel myself relax.
“I’m sorry,” he says quietly.
“Josh, I get the migraines all the time. It wasn’t your fault.” “I don’t deserve you,” he whispers.
I frown and pull back to look at his face. “Why do you say that?”
He shrugs. “I just don’t.” His eyes search mine.
“I love you,” he whispers as the water falls over him.
I raise my eyebrows. “You love me because I have my peri- od?” I wipe my hand down the side of his face gently. “Every woman in the world has periods, Joshua.”
He kisses me gently on the lips and his lips linger on mine. “I’m not in love with every woman in the world. Only
you,” he whispers.
Ok, he’s lost it. I went to sleep, and he hated that he missed me, and now I wake up to this.
“I love you too,” I whisper gently as I frown.
He kisses me as he holds my face. His tongue gently swiping through my lips, then dives deeper and my mouth opens in invitation. One of his hands finds my behind and the other gently cups my breast.
“I’ve missed you,” he whispers as he kisses me again.
The intensity of my man gets to me and I find a lump forming in my throat.
“I was only asleep for a day, Josh,” I smile into his kiss.
He shakes his head in between kisses. “I mean, since we were kids. I’ve missed you every fucking day since we were kids. I love you more now than I did then. I was just too scared to tell you.”
I pull back from his lips and smile through my shock. “What?” I whisper.
“Forgive me, baby. I am so sorry.” His eyes glaze over.
What the hell? “Josh, what’s wrong?” I ask. He’s starting to worry me now.
“Has something happened while I was asleep?”
He shakes his head and smiles sadly. “Nothing could ever be wrong as long as we are together.”
He kisses me softly and the feeling behind it nearly brings me to tears.
“I love you,” he whispers again. Our kissing turns desperate.
I can feel his arousal pump hard against my stomach as my sex begins to throb with want.
I take him in my hand and stroke him upwards, and he closes his eyes in pleasure.
Before I can move, he pushes me up against the wall and starts to kiss me deeply.
His tongue dives into my mouth as his hips grind into mine.
Instinctively I lift one leg around his waist, and he groans in pleasure.
When I feel this emotional about him, I need to be physical.
His fingers find that spot between my legs and his eyes roll back in his head in pleasure.
He must remember that I have my period and he pulls back from me in a rush.
“I’m sorry.” He shakes his head in disgust.
“What for?” I smile as I take him in my hand again.
“You are not well and here I am half raping you. Come, get out.” He kisses me quickly and exits the shower.
I stand still as he wraps a towel around his waist and holds one out for me. I smile as I step into it and he wraps me in an embrace with the towel and kisses my forehead again.
“You need to eat, precious girl. I will cook you something.” He smiles.
I needed that intimacy, but he is right, I do feel weak.
Half an hour later I am sitting at the kitchen counter watching Joshua cook me bacon, eggs, toast and tea. I have a robe on, and Joshua is in his boxer shorts. His broad back and tight ass are on full display, and he looks damn edible. I sit and watch him silently, my mind in overdrive.
He smiles softly and walks over and kisses my forehead gently and then cups my cheek and studies my face.
“What is it?” I ask.
He frowns. “What’s what?”
“Why are you acting like this?” I ask quietly.
“I can be nice to my girlfriend, can’t I?” He goes back to his place in the kitchen.
I frown. “See there lies a problem just there. You don’t call me your girlfriend. I call you my boyfriend, but you don’t use that term.”
He flips the eggs as he puts his hand on his hip. “That’s bullshit. I call you my girlfriend and I call you my wife sometimes actually.” He passes me my cup of tea and I smirk as I take a sip. “And I can tell you I love you…can’t I?” He raises an eyebrow in question.
I smile. “Yes, but why now when last time we saw each other you were telling me that you hate the hold I have over you and that you don’t want to miss me.”
He turns back to the hot plates. “I was just worried that’s all and I thought you were going to die, and it scared me.”
I nod as I take another sip. “And?” I ask.
He turns and looks at the egg flip he is holding as he contemplates saying something. “And I read your diaries.” His eyes meet mine.
My eyes widen. “You read my diaries?” I whisper, mortified. He nods. “Joshua. They are private, how dare you!” I stand in a rush and he comes over and grabs me in an embrace.
“Tash, I couldn’t help it. I found them when I was looking for pads and shit and then I was just going to read the one where we had sex the first time and then I couldn’t stop.”
I pull out of his grip. “And that’s why you told me you love me, because you read my diaries?”
He shakes his head in a panic. “No, I told you I love you because I do and before I read the diaries I didn’t believe that you actually loved me. I thought you just thought you did.”
“I told you I fucking did!” I scream. “For once it would be nice if you believed what I said!” He is unbelievable, what the hell have I written in those bloody diaries?
He grabs me again. “Baby, stop fighting me. I love you. It doesn’t matter anymore. All of this bullshit that goes on between us doesn’t matter one bit.”
I don’t have the energy to struggle as he wraps his arms around me, and we stand still in an embrace.
“What matters is the two of us being together and me making you happy. I am not going back to America.”
I pull back and frown at him. “Why not?”
“Because I am not leaving you again.”
I smile stupidly. “You’re not?”
He smirks as he shakes his head. “No, I am not.” He bends and kisses me gently.
“And you are going to stop being a drama queen and leaving me every minute.”
I smile. “I am?”
He nods and kisses me. “You are.”