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"I don't know if I can. I don't normally..." then her eyes widen. "Holy fuck!" She tosses her head back and her body detonates.

Her pussy clenches and tightens and I can't hold back any more. I come with a roar. It's so intense I'm surprised I didn't blow a hole through the condom.

It’s not until later, when she is asleep in my arms, her lush body curled against mine, that panic hits me. Not the crippling, heart-pounding panic of an anxiety attack. This is just a slow, steady pressure pressing against my chest.

I don’t want to let her go. I don’t want this to end, even though it has to. I have nothing to offer a woman like Annie.

She’s smart and funny. She’s got her own successful career. The last thing she needs is someone like me fucking up her life. And I have no doubt that ‘fucking up her life’ is what I would do if I tried to stick around. I don’t even have a job yet.

Annie wanted a single night of hot sex. I want much more.

chapter sixteen

Annie

Four weeks later

I stare at the white stick in my hand, my heart pounding so fast I think I might be hyperventilating. How did this happen? I mean I obviously know how it happened, I was there. But we used a condom.

Condom or not, that is, most definitely, two pink lines. I glance back at the packaging and yep, two means pregnant.

Pregnant.

"Holy shit!" I yell to no one in my bathroom.

"Knock, knock," Ginger's voice comes from the hallway.

I don't have time to react or hide anything because the door is open and I'm sitting on the closed toilet holding a pregnancy test--a positive pregnancy test--when my best friend finds me.

"Watcha doing?" Then her brown eyes drop to my hand and they widen. "Ohmygod! Is that what I think it is?" She leans over to peer at the little window. "Oh wow. Okay, we've got this. You're okay." She takes the test out of my hand and sets it on the counter, then she sits on the edge of the tub next to me and rubs my back.

"The back rubbing is nice," I murmur. I lean forward, bracing my elbows on my knees, and put my face in my hands.

"I know you're still processing this because it's obviously life altering, but do you want to talk about it?"

I lift a shoulder in a shrug. "Nothing really to discuss."

"Sure, sure, but what about the father? I mean I'm assuming its the mystery hookup? The one you said broke your vagina."

"In the best of ways," I sigh. "Oh God, I'm never going to have sex again."

"Well, that's just silly. Parents have sex all the time. Please don't make me tell you the story from last year that ended up with me knowing too much about my parent's sex life because of an ill-timed erectile-disfunction pill.”

I laugh in spite of my current situation.

“When are you going to tell the father?” Ginger asks.

Shit. “Soon. He needs to know because I’m keeping the baby.” I sit up straight and my hand goes to my stomach. It’s not flat because I’ve always been on the rounder side of things.

“I’m sure he’ll want to be involved.”

“Maybe. I don’t know.” The single night I had spent with Kris had been amazing. Earth-shattering. When I’d fallen asleep in his arms after, I’d even imagined one night might stretch into more. But he was gone when I woke up, and I hadn’t heard from him since.

Which was fine. I had asked for a single amazing night and that’s what I got. Except that clearly wasn’t all I’d gotten. “He made it pretty clear our hook-up was a one-night thing. So I don't think he's going to want to pursue anything with me. But he should get to know about the baby."

"You going to tell me who he is?"

My heart pounds, but I just offer her a smile. "I will. As soon as I tell him about the baby. I'll tell you who he is. Promise." I stand and wash my hands, even though I'd already done that. "Ready to go?"