I text her my address, and I rush home so I can beat her there. Once inside, I run through my place and make sure it’s at least a little tidy.
A knock on my door has me moving toward it. I take a deep breath, reach for the doorknob, and pull it open. Chloe gives me a smile.
“Hey.” I love the sexy, raspy tone of her voice.
I reach out and grab her hand, pulling her inside my place. With my foot I kick my door shut, and I blindly reach out and lock the door. I can’t and don’t stop myself from cupping her face in my hands. “Fuck me, you’re beautiful.”
“You’re not so bad yourself.” She pushes up on her toes until her lips are a hair’s breadth away from mine. “This isn’t why I wanted to see you.”
My arm slides around her waist, and I pull her tightly to me. Her breasts are pressed firmly against me, and I really wish they were bare right now. I reach up and pull the pins out of her hair until her raven locks come tumbling down around her.
Her breath is minty as it hits my lips in little puffs. “Why did you come?” I whisper against her lips.
“I’m pregnant.” She freezes, as do I.
I grab her arms and push her away from me. “What?”
“I’m pregnant. It’s yours.” I open my mouth to speak, but she holds up her hand. “Before you and after you, there hasn’t been anyone, at least not for a long time. It’s up to you whether you want to be involved or not, but I’m keeping this baby and am prepared to do it alone.”
I can’t speak. My mouth opens and closes, but no sound comes out. You don’t have as much sex as I have without being extremely careful. My brain is barely functioning right now.
“You should go.” With all of my might, I ignore her crestfallen expression. Fuck, I don’t know what to say to her right now.
She grabs her purse, and my door’s shutting before I know what’s happening. My feet come unglued, and I take off running down the stairs to guest parking, but her taillights are the only things I see in the distance.
“Fuck.”