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She rests her hands on my shoulders, looking at me for answers. Emotions are coursing through me so thick and fast, I can’t find the words I want to say.

But man, I feel it.

I feel this thing for her that is so huge and foreign, I barely know what to do with it. No matter what fucked-up situations we’re facing right now. No matter the complications…

Fuck, I think I love her.

I should probably tell her that, but I’ve never said it to a girl before. And I’ve just done the whole “I don’t want anyone else” thing, which is pretty fucking big. The L-word’s gonna tip me over the edge, and?—

Her fingers skim down my cheek, resting against my jawline. Her glistening smile is beautiful, and I know without a doubt that this thing between us is something else. Something precious we have to protect.

The second her lips touch mine, I release my hold on her and she starts to ride me—slow, smooth motions that are deep and soulful.

It’s like we’re making love for the first time.

Because maybe we are.

All those other times were mind-blowing, amazing, and I want that ravenous sex again. But this is something else.

This is more than a twelve.

This is infinity times infinity.

CHAPTER 41

CAROLINE

So, after a sex-filled weekend in bed, I’m feeling pretty amazing.

And it wasn’t all sex.

There was a lot of holding and talking and figuring out the future.

I told him about my parents visiting and everything they said to me. I apologized again for how I handled things. He apologized again for how he handled things and then told me we had to stop beating ourselves up and move on. We couldn’t keep hanging out with past regrets when we had this other massive thing looming in our future.

“So, we’re keeping the baby, then?”

I bit my lip and studied his face for any signs of dread or fear. But I couldn’t find it. I mean, it’s not like he was stoked with the decision, but he was accepting.

We’re doing this. Although I still couldn’t bring myself to say the words out loud, so sufficed with a short nod and then changed the subject.

I need to let my parents know my decision, though. We’ve got a lot of figuring out to do. Will they still be willing to upend their lives for me if Casey’s in the picture too? It’d be great to still have their help. But can I honestly ask them to walk away from their jobs, all their friends and comfy routines? I’d be asking them to do the parenting thing all over again, but with two people in their early twenties still trying to do this adulting thing and start their lives.

When I think about logistics and how this will all pan out, the headaches kick in again.

“So, just stop thinking about it!” I whisper-bark, rubbing my forehead as I walk toward the Humanities building.

I’m barely inside the door when I hear my name being shouted.

I look around me, confused, as I don’t recognize the voice.

But then I spot the tall, angry person charging toward me, and I let out a strangled gasp before backing up against the wall.

Ben doesn’t seem affected by my fear. In fact, he seems oblivious to it, and that’s probably because he’s too mad to notice anything but what he wants to say.

“You’re pregnant? When were you going to tell me!”

Everyone around us goes still, eyes bulging our way before a flurry of whispers whips down the hall.

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