Pull Me Closer

Prologue

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Kami

I looked down at the two blue lines and pressed my lips together to keep from crying. Right now, I wasn't so sure whether they would be tears of elation or devastation.

"Kami! Are you okay?" Jason called from the living room. I closed my eyes as I thought of Jason.

Sweet, sensitive, loyal Jason. Over the last two weeks, we had gotten close, and I knew he wanted more than just friendship.

He would be absolutely destroyed knowing I had another man's baby growing inside of me.

I walked out tentatively and he turned big brown concerned eyes on me.

"You all right?" he asked again. I started to nod, but my chin quivered and it turned into a slow head shake. His concern grew into a harsh frown as he got up and quickly engulfed me in his arms.

He knew how out of character this was for me. I never showed much emotion at all. If I let myself feel too much then I would remember the hurt when I lost him. And that pain was unbearable.

"I'm pregnant," I whispered.

He froze and slowly drew back.

"You're...pregnant?"

I nodded and he ran a shaky hand over his mouth.

"Who's the dad?" he asked softly.

I didn't answer, lost in my thoughts, and he turned his head sharply.

"You do know who the dad is right?"

I clenched my jaw against the desire to slap him, because my mood was rapidly turning violent. He quickly cringed and his eyes churned with remorse.

"I'm sorry, Kami, that was a dick thing to say. Um, what-what can I do? I mean, how can I...help?"

He looked so lost.

I took a deep breath and did what I knew I had to do.

"Can you take me somewhere?"

We pulled up outside of the apartment and, there was a party full swing. I figured since it was Friday there would be.

"Do you want me to come in with you?" Jason asked again in that quiet voice he had been using since I told him. I shook my head and slipped out of the car. I walked inside, trying not to inhale too much smoke.

I knew that it wouldn't be good for the baby.

I spotted him immediately, he wasn't hard to miss, and I had to take a second to get my breathing under control. Especially because of how long it had been since I saw him.

He was as gorgeous as always. His 6'4 frame was large and muscular, even sitting down, and covered in frayed jeans, motorcycle boots, and a black shirt. You could see parts of those intricate tattoos covering his arms and teasing the side of his neck.

I had traced each one of those tattoos with my fingers and tongue. I had studied them to the point that I could draw them in my sleep. His black hair was the usual state of messy disarray that I knew came from running his fingers through it too much when he got frustrated. Whenever I played with his hair, he would always close his eyes and let out this rumble thing from his chest. I used to tease him that he was purring, and he would fake being mad for barely a second before he kissed me. I braced myself for his face. His nose, slightly crooked from being broken one too many times. His full, kissable lips with a piercing on the bottom right side. His hard squared jaw line covered in rough stubble. His high cheekbones and crater sized dimples. God, those unnatural eyes, a swirled shade of green and blue found only in the water off the coast of exotic islands, that can spear you with a single glance.