Them (Him #3) by Carey Heywood Read Free Book Online Page A

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    She still watches it, too, and part of the text messages I missed from her were asking if I had caught up so we could discuss. Perfectly normal adult behavior. When I finish my pizza, I snuggle back into Will, since he eats faster than I do and finishes ages before me. Once I’m settled, he pulls a throw blanket off the back of the couch and covers both of us.
    I don’t notice until fast-forwarding through the next commercial break that he’s fallen asleep. I pause the show to take a moment and watch his resting face. He’s still so handsome, boyishly so while somehow also being all man. There are times, like this, when I have to remind myself that this is real. That he, we, together are real.
    His chocolate brown hair is longer than usual. I can’t help but wonder if all the worry about me or Logan has made him forget his regular haircut. I don’t mind the extra length, though. It reminds me of the skater boy who tried to teach me how to ride by pushing me on his board around the neighborhood.
    I still wear all of the rings he’s given me: the plastic thumb ring, my engagement ring, and my wedding band. Doesn’t seem fair, my three to his one. He is so giving, and he’s all mine. I can’t help it; softly, as not to wake him, I stroke his hair back from his face. He shifts, and I’m scared I’ve woken him but then he stills again, his lips parting. His lips, I could stare at them all day. Something as simple as tugging his lower lip between his teeth can absolutely mesmerize me.
    They are perfection, how soft they are while also being firm. The moment his lips touch my skin, I am his to command. I’ve always been his, from the first day he kissed me and claimed me. Feather-light, I lower my lips to his and softly brush them against his.
    Only then do I return to my show. These vampires may live and love forever, but I’m sure their love will never touch ours.
     

 
    Will
     
    Collecting my sample was a breeze this morning; I had one sexy-as-hell assistant. Handing it over to the nurse at the urologist, though, was something I never pictured myself doing. Here, have a cup full of my sperm, stranger.
    There’s a part of me that hopes I’m the problem. Sarah is stressed out enough already. If the reason we’re not getting pregnant is me, she’ll stop beating herself up about it. Sure, I want a family. I love kids, I always have and we’re in a great place stability-wise to start a family.
    Watching Sarah with Calvin leaves me with no doubt she’d be a great mother. She has this internal strength that my mom never had. When my sister died, my mom gave up on life and made no attempt to do anything other than go through the motions of living. It didn’t matter that I was still around and needed her.
    Sarah would never do that and even if she tried, I’m sure if I couldn’t snap her out of it Sawyer would swoop in and kick her ass. If I wasn’t so anti-snow I could see us having a blast living near Sawyer and Jared. Brian would probably veto the whole idea, though, and Mrs. Miller would guilt-trip me considering she’s been on cloud nine having Sarah back home. Seems like we’re here to stay in Atlanta.
    Even with the pit-stop to drop off my sample, I still manage to slide into school before the first bell. I love being a teacher. Having summers off is a huge perk. Downfall to that is it means I get almost zero personal time during the school year. This includes sick days, and not picking up something is sometimes impossible considering I teach walking Petri dishes.
    Good thing I load up on hand sanitizer at the start of each school year. Another thing I’ve learned over the years is to look away if a kid looks like they’re about to yawn, because nine times out of ten it means there’s a sneeze on deck.
    My first period class is an intro to art. There are some kids here who struggle drawing a stick figure. We’re only three months into the year, though, so there’s only so much magic I can do