Double Dare (A Neighbor from Hell Book 6) by R.L. Mathewson Page A

as she leaned up and kissed him.
                  “I could have…” he hedged before adding, “but where would the fun in that be?”
                  She rolled her eyes playfully even as she shifted so that she was snuggled up against him. “Where did you go?” she asked him as she shifted to get more comfortable.
                  “Guy’s night out,” he said as he leaned down and kissed the top of her head, savoring her strawberries and cream scent.
                  “I thought we were having dinner tonight,” she said quietly as she toyed with one of the buttons on his shirt.
                  “We were,” he said, wrapping his arm around her as he pressed another kiss against the top of her head.
                  “Then what changed?”
                  He sighed heavily as he said, “Shot day.”
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                  “Shot day?” she repeated back, not sure what that had to do with anything.
                  “You always kick me out on shot day,” he said with a careless shrug as he leaned down and pressed a kiss against her neck, making her lick her lips as he place his hand on her stomach and-
                  Reminded her exactly why she avoided him on the days when she had to get her monthly injection. She placed her hand over his where it was absently caressing her stomach and pushed it away. She wasn’t sure if he realized that he was doing it, but he did it every single time she had to get a shot, making an already difficult situation unbearable.
                  He also did it anytime they were around someone that was pregnant, or they saw a baby or a young child doing something cute. He’d put his arms around her, place his hand over her stomach and with the slightest caress, he’d break her heart a little more.
                  He wanted a family and she couldn’t give that to him and she desperately wanted to, more than anything. She wanted to spend the rest of her life with him, start a family with him and grow old together, surrounded by their children and grandchildren, but that was never going to happen, at least not for her.
                  When the time was right, and God, how many times had she told herself that it was the right time, she was going to put an end to this thing between them once and for all so that he could move on and find a woman that wasn’t broken and could give him what he deserved.
                  “Are you still mad at me?” he asked as she shifted onto her side, facing away from him.
                  “No,” she said softly, hating the way that her bottom lip trembled, “I’m just tired.”
                  She felt him shift behind her, hoping that he would just leave so that she could lay here wallowing in self-pity, but instead of leaving, he curled his large body behind hers and wrapped his arm around her. He reached over and placed his hand over hers.
                  “I don’t like the effect these shots have on you,” he murmured, pressing a kiss against her nape as she closed her eyes and prayed that this day would end.
                  God, she hated shot day.
                  “It’s fine,” she said mumbled with a soft sniffle.
                  “No, it’s not,” he said, tightening his hold around her. “No more shots, Marybeth.”
                  “I need them.”
                  “No, you don’t,” he said, pressing a kiss to her neck. “I’ll start wearing condoms, sweetheart. There’s no need to keep putting yourself through this.”
                  She shook her head. “No, it’s fine.”
                  “No,” he said, pressing another kiss against her neck, “it’s not. I don’t want you taking the shots