Shade lifted me and walked through the guesthouse. No hesitation. No words. He moved like he'd already decided there wasn't a choice left to make. The door clicked shut behind us. He turned on the water and undressed us both.
I didn't argue. Not once. My body stayed slack in his grip. My thoughts blurred into a mess of memory and confusion, and the image of Brooke's name tangled with the word pregnant.
The water scalded at first, then numbed. I threw up again, hunched forward, barely upright. He didn't flinch. His arms stayed locked around me while I shook. The second time came not long after. I barely made it before it hit again. He held all of it. Quiet. Solid.
He kept his hands on my back, ready to pull me up if I fell forward. "There's something different in you. I don't know what e
