Page 183 of Stanton Unconditional

CHAPTER 27

Natasha

“She’s not awake, you need to get over here. Something is wrong.”

My heavy eyelids flutter as Joshua’s voice echoes through the apartment from the living room, the bedroom is dark and lit only by the side lamp.

“She should have been awake four hours ago.” He goes silent as he listens.

“I mean it, get your ass over here now, Cameron.” He goes silent as he listens again. “Or maybe I should take her straight to the hospital.” He listens. “Hang on, I will check.” He walks back into the room and I sleepily open my eyes.

“Hey, baby,” I whisper.

He closes his eyes in relief and puts his hand on his chest. “She’s awake, call you later.” He hangs up.

He sits gently on the side of the bed. “Are you ok?” He brushes the hair from my forehead.

“Sorry,” I whisper in a throaty voice.

He frowns. “What for, Presh?” He bends and kisses my cheek gently and I smile.

“You had to stay with me. I hate these stupid headaches,” I mumble.

He smiles broadly and pulls me into an embrace. “You scared the shit out of me. I thought you were going to die.”

I smile again. Hmm, beautiful Josh is here. “I need to go to the bathroom,” I whisper.

He helps me out of bed, and I walk gingerly to the bathroom as he holds my hand.

“It’s ok. I can walk by myself,” I whisper.

He frowns. “Natasha, you have just been unconscious for eighteen hours. I am helping you.”

“I need a shower,” I sigh as I lean against the vanity. Joshua runs the shower and then turns and smiles warmly at me.

I frown. “What?” I ask.

He bends and kisses me again on the forehead.

“Josh, I need to go to the toilet. Can you go out?” I whisper.

He is still leaning over me. “No.”

I frown. “Josh, give me some privacy, please.”

“Presh, I have been looking after your needs for the last eighteen hours. We have no secrets anymore.”

My eyes widen in horror. “What?”

“You have your period and I have been looking after you.” He kisses my face again as he pulls me into an embrace.

“Oh, my fuck.” I put my head into my hands in embarrassment. What must he have seen? I am mortified.

“Why are you doing that? It was the most intimate thing I have ever done. I loved every minute of it.” He kisses the side of my face again.

“Oh Josh, just get out!” I snap. This is horrifying.

“Presh.” He smiles as he kisses my neck.