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Hazel blushed for a few seconds.

I didn’t.

I didn’t try any moves either.

There was no morning sex after a one-night hookup.

Last night was last night.

If the morning headed in a certain direction, that was one thing.

But Hazel clutched the covers up to her chin.

“This is the part where you tell me exactly what you want to have happen,” I whispered. “No cliché bullshit, okay?”

“You’re really this honest all the time, Atlas?”

“I’ve got nothing to hide here, love. I put it on the table. Why bother, right?”

“Okay. You should get out of bed and let me get dressed. Then I think I’ll get a ride home. Handshake and goodbye?”

“No coffee or breakfast?”

“I can get that on the ride home.”

“Sounds fair to me,” I said. “Naked handshake or a fully clothed handshake?”

“It’s not last night, Atlas. We’re different people now.”

I smiled. “Well, Hazel, last night was definitely the most unique date I ever went on.”

“Same.”

“So I guess we’ll always remember each other,” I said.

“Maybe.”

I got out of my bed, grabbed my jeans off the floor and left Hazel alone to get dressed.

For a second, I thought maybe I’d offer her some tickets to a game. If she wanted to see me again.

But that kind of felt like prostitution.

So I kept my mouth shut.

There was probably no need to ever see Hazel again.

Chapter Eight

HAZEL

(two months later)

“Holy crap, I’m pregnant.”

Those four words spilled from my mouth as I stared down at the pregnancy test as it balanced on the bathroom sink.

I still had my panties down around my ankles for some reason.

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