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“I think you’re gorgeous,” he said softly.
I cracked open an eye open to look at him. “So, you’d fuck me?” Did my tone sound as desperate as I felt?
“Usually, I would. But I’m not sure if I should, in your condition.”
I made a noise of agreement and closed my eyes again. “It’s funny because I’d normally agree, yet I feel so clearheaded about this. I want you to.” Peeking through one eye again to see what he was doing. Somehow, I knew he was staring intently at me, even though his face was a blur.
“So, you’re saying you consent to this?”
I forced both eyes open and then sat, turning toward him. “Yeah, I do.”
I leaned in, half-crawling into his lap before I wrapped my hands around his head, pulling his mouth to mine. The texture was different this time, bristly almost. Or maybe it was me and the drugs. Iwasfeeling tingly, so I giggled, laughing it off as I deepened the kiss and let my hands rove under his shirt, exploring the muscles and surprised by the coarse hair underneath.
But then his hands touched me, and I stopped thinking about it altogether as he leaned me back, pinning my body against the bed.
Oh, my God. I was about to have sex with a rock god.
SKYE
January
“How much longer are you going to be?” They banged on the door, rattling it on the hinges.
“Just a few more minutes. Fuck off.” I double-checked the lock to ensure nobody would barge in before turning back to the counter and staring at the white stick. I couldn’t believe this was my life right now. How did this happen?
Chewing on my thumbnail, I paced back and forth, waiting for the alarm to go off on my phone. This was torture. There was only one outcome I was looking for, and I didn’t know what I would do if I didn’t get it.
Whoever was outside the bathroom banged again. “Come on, seriously. I’m going to piss myself.”
“This is occupied. Fuck off.” I was on the brink of a meltdown, and the bathroom at work was not the place.
The alarm dinged on my phone. My head whipped to the side. I stared at the harmless white stick as if it were a bundle of C-4 ready to explode. Taking a deep breath, I moved over to it and picked it up. I didn’t have to reach for the instructions to see what the little cross meant.
It told me right there: pregnant.
“Fuck,” I whispered, shoving the stick into my pocket before grabbing my phone. I unlocked the door and slammed it open, nearly whacking a customer in the face.
“Seriously?” she snarled, glaring at me.
Ignoring her, I rushed past and zipped between aisles until I got to the front counter where my manager was. “Listen, I’ve been puking in the bathroom. I think I need to go home. I don’t want to get anybody sick,” I said in a rush, barely taking the time to breathe.
Mariel looked at me and then nodded. “Sure, hon. You take care of yourself. Are you going to be able to do your shift tomorrow?”
“Probably not. I’ll see if I can find somebody to cover for you.”
She smiled. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll figure it out.”
With that, I hurried out of the grocery store and headed to the parking lot, sliding into the driver’s seat of my old Honda Civic. With nothing else to worry about, I took a deep breath and laid my forehead on the steering wheel, closing my eyes.
How the hell had this happened? It wasn’t like I was sleeping with guys unprotected all the time. Hell, I could barely remember the last time I had sex.
Shifting on the seat, I pulled my phone out of my pocket. I needed answers, but I also needed to tell somebody who could commiserate. I quickly found Logan’s number and dialed. She picked up after two rings.
“Aren’t you supposed to be working?”
“I am—I was—” I exhaled. “I’m pregnant,” I muttered into the receiver. Nothing followed after that. I’d either shocked Logan to death, or she hadn’t heard me. “‘Lo? are you ther—”
“I am. I heard you.” She cut me off. “Whose is it?”
