Page 62 of Give Me Forever Love

That’s all. This is me panicking.

I’m allowed to do that.

Right?

“Okay,” she says, interrupting my freak-out. “It looks like you got lucky.”

My head falls back as I exhale loudly. “Thank God.” I look back at her.

She gives me a look. “Would it have really been that bad? I mean, I see that ring on your hand.”

I look down at it, running my finger over the square diamond. It’s beautiful. Not too flashy, not too big. Just right. And the man I love gave it to me. My heart flutters like butterfly wings, cheesing like the happy muscle she is.

Having a baby with him… No, it wouldn’t be bad.

“I think that smile on your face tells me more than words.”

I look back at her, feeling my cheeks blush. She grins. “Let’s get your shot taken care of.”

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After I leave the doctor’s office, I head home for the day. I turn my radio up, and even though it’s warm out, I let my windows down and hang my arm out as Guns & Roses sing “Paradise City”. I’m relieved I’m not pregnant, but that doesn’t mean I don’t ever want to be. Just not right this minute.

I pull into the apartment building and head up. I take the elevator and step off when it hits Bryce’s…oops, I meanourfloor.

Stepping inside, I find Bryce standing out on the balcony with no shirt and his basketball shorts hanging off his hips. He grips the railing as he looks out at the cityscape. It’s twilight, the sun has slipped behind the buildings, and the sky is a soft blue- yellow.

Placing my purse onto the counter, I slip my shoes and socks off and walk to him. I open the door and step out, and as soon as I do, he turns and strides over to me, shocking me when he grabs the back of my neck and kisses me stupid.

He presses me up against the glass and lifts me up. His hand grabs my thigh as he brings my shirt up. He slides me up higher, kissing the tops of my breasts before pulling my bra down and taking my nipple into his mouth.

My hands go to his hair and I hold on as he starts to undo my pants. God, he is mouthwatering, but I can’t let this go any farther. Not unless we use a condom, which means, I’m gonna have to tell him.

“Bryce,” I say. His mission doesn’t slow.

“Hey.” I pull his hair, so he’ll look at me.

It works.

“Problem?” he asks.

I look past him. “Um, yeah.”

His brow furrows, and he loosens his hold on me, so I slide down to his face level. I wiggle more, trying to touch the ground. I need some space, but my bossy fiancé isn’t letting up.

“Bryce,” I say with an eye roll.

“Don’t Bryce me. What’s wrong that you had to stop me?”

I lick my lips and bite my bottom one.

“Tell me,” he demands.

“Put me down first.”

“No.”

“Dear God,” I say, getting frustrated.

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