Bad Seed

“Yes,” I said nervously. “Almost every time I get a headache, I throw up.”

Dr. Anderson nodded and jotted something down on his paper. When he looked back at me, he was smiling, but it did nothing to ease my fears.

“Let’s get you a CT scan today,” he said. “And some blood work. We’ll just run a variety of tests and see what comes back, okay?”

“Do you think it’s something serious?” I asked.

“No need to worry just yet,” he said.

I nodded and let him lead me toward the CT machine. He ran tests for well over an hour, and by the time I was finished, Caleb’s PT session was only minutes away.

I didn’t feel like myself as I stepped inside the PT building. My heart was still pounding, and my stomach was full of butterflies. Dr. Anderson assured me I shouldn’t worry yet, but I didn’t believe him. My father was right. These headaches couldn’t be normal. There was something wrong with me, and I was terrified to find out what it was.

Caleb walked through the door not five minutes after I did. I was still preoccupied, but when I saw him, my worries took a backseat to the heat wave that washed over my body. His eyes locked on mine as he walked toward me. I fought the urge to reach out to me, to pull him to me and kiss him until we couldn’t breathe.

“Hey,” he said, stopping in front of me. He glanced around the room. “Just us tonight?”

I nodded. “How are you doing on your crutches?”

“Better,” he said. “I’m just a little sore after recent activities.”

I blushed and looked away. We had a lot of work to do, and I couldn’t let myself get caught up in my own selfish desires. Besides, I was still worried what my tests might show.

“Let’s get started with some basic stretches,” I said.

“Sure,” Caleb said, frowning.

I helped him get to the low mat table, supporting his weight and sitting down beside him. He extended his leg like I taught him and slowly moved his foot up and down. I held onto his leg to help him get a better stretch, my fingers running over his sore muscles while I did so.

Leaning into him, I pushed his leg further to the side. He grunted in pain but kept going. Caleb was the best PT patient I’d ever had because no matter what, he pushed through. The pain was nothing to him, and I knew he would recover faster than anyone else in his position.

While I marveled at his strength, I felt heat rise inside my chest. I leaned into him even more, my chest brushing against his leg while I rotated it side to side. I looked up to make sure he was doing okay and saw that his eyes were focused on my breasts. They were spilling out of my top, and I felt my cheeks flush at the attention.

I sprung back and adjusted myself. Caleb moved closer to me and took my hand in his.

“Don’t,” he said in a low voice. “I like the view.”

“Caleb,” I said, but before I could continue, his lips were on mine.

He kissed me gently, letting his tongue slide across mine in an expertly sensual way. I moaned and tangled my fingers in his hair, holding him to me and breathing him in. Our kiss deepened, and soon, I felt heat pooling between my legs.

He grabbed my tit in one hand and squeezed, growling against my lips and letting his desire show.

I moaned and fought the urge to tears his clothes off. It took every ounce of strength I possessed to pull away from him. When I did, he sighed in protest and tried to pull me back to him.

“I can’t,” I said weakly. “I don’t know if this is a good idea.”

“Why the hell not?” he demanded. “You can’t tell me you don’t want this.”

“What about my dad?” I asked. “Remember what happened last time we crossed this line? He sent you to another state, Caleb.”

“We were kids,” he said. “What is he going to do now? We’re adults, Tara. He can’t control us. Not anymore.”

“He’s already suspicious,” I said softly.

“Of course he is.” Caleb groaned. “He’s always going to be suspicious, but who the fuck cares? I sure as hell don’t. I want this, Tara. I want you.”

“I don’t know.”