(Emery)
I rolled over in bed, my hands sliding up and down my husband's bare chest as I couldn't help but trail soft delicate kisses across his toned body. How was he so freaking fit?! I mean...I know he works out at practice but he eats like crap all the time. I swear I walked into the kitchen the other day and witnessed him scarfing down two Twinkies in record time. Just the sight of them made my face scrunch up for some reason. I don't know what it is but my appetite has been nonexistent lately. I don't know if it's the nerves of going to California in a few weeks or the stuff going on with my Uncle..but I just can't eat much or I start feeling sick.
"Can you believe your uncle knocked somebody up?" Asher chuckled, making me roll my eyes as I lifted my head and glared at Asher.
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