After the Pain by Gia Riley

Author:Gia Riley [Riley, Gia]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Humor, Romance, Contemporary, New Adult & College, Romantic Comedy, Humor & Satire, General Humor, Fiction
Amazon: B00NAAW578
Goodreads: 22708819
Published: 2014-09-01T04:00:00+00:00

SEAN HOLDS ME TO THE sandwich I promised I’d eat, ordering a soup and sandwich for himself. I spend a few minutes debating if I should eat outside where the smells aren’t so pungent. I opt to give sitting inside a shot first. When Sean gets up to get some more napkins, I steal a few bites of his soup. I can’t help it. I’m eating for two. I shove the bowl back to his side of the table when I see him turning around with the napkins.”

“How was it?”

“My sandwich is pretty good.” I keep munching away as he laughs at me.

“I meant my soup. You have a little piece of broccoli on your lip.”

“Oh. It must be from my sandwich.” I quickly grab a napkin and wipe the evidence from my face. Damn broccoli.

“Hallie, would you like my soup?” he asks.

“Yeah,” I whisper as I duck my head and focus on my sandwich.

He pushes the bowl back over to me and I dig in. “Mmm,” I groan. “This is so good. I could eat this all day. Let’s come back here again tomorrow.” I realize I just said we after the words leave my mouth. There isn’t a we right now — just a promise of a conversation.

He pauses with his sandwich halfway to his mouth, the lettuce dangling from the bread. “Don’t do that.”

Shit he must have caught it too. I’m trying not to pressure him. “Do what? I’m eating your soup like you told me to.”

“The moaning.”

“Sorry. Didn’t realize I did anything.”

He reaches down and shifts around on the chair. I internally crack up once I realize he’s adjusting himself. I’m grinning like a fool between bites of my lunch. Sean finally gets it together, but I can see him concentrating hard on his sandwich and not his situation. At least we aren’t arguing! I love knowing how easily I affect him.

When I take the last bite of my meal, I have to lean back in the booth to breathe properly. I tilt my head back and close my eyes. I will not get sick. “Stay in there.”

“Hallie?”

“Uh huh.”

“What’s wrong?” Sean asks.

I manage to open my eyes after a few more seconds and know if I don’t get up and start moving, this won’t end well. “Can we go?”

“Sure. Let’s go to your appointment.” I watch as he slides from the booth, waiting for me on my side. He offers me his hand, which I’m thankful for. As if nothing ever changed, he interlocks our fingers and the gesture immediately turns me to mush thanks to my overactive hormones. It takes very little to make me cry these days. An Oreo cookie commercial got me last night. Don’t even get me started on the baby shows on TLC. I’m addicted to watching women give birth and before the half hour is over, I’m a sobbing mess with tissues scattered all around me on the floor. The actual birth process has me petrified, but I can’t stop watching.

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