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The reality of the situation is starting to hit me as I continue to feel his come dripping out of my pussy.

I guess it probably wasn’t thesmartestmove for him to fuck me in the cabana, tuck his cock away, and pull it back out with the same condom on to fuck me in the stateroom twenty minutes later.

Yet here we are.

And I have no idea what this is going to mean for the two of us…but I’m already scared based on his reaction that it’s not going to be good.

CHAPTER 42: Miller Banks

The Story of My Life

Fuck. Fuck! Why do things always have to go wrong just when they’re getting good?

It’s the goddamn story of my life.

A happy family life? Great, let’s tell the kids about their real dad when they’re nearly thirty.

Playing for your own hometown pro football team? Awesome, let’s set up a trade initiated by the twin brother who wants to get out of town even though I really didn’t want to leave.

Finally sleeping with the woman you’ve been in love with since you were fourteen? Cool, let’s break that condom and see how things blow the fuck up.

I blow out a shaky breath as I stare at myself a little nervously in the mirror. So the condom broke. It probably means nothing. The risk is minimal.

But it’s still a risk.

Why didn’t I just switch to a different condom when we got back to the room? I know better. It was a dumb move, but it was fine before, so I didn’t think twice about it.

What a disaster.

I think through our options, but it’s her body and her call. I don’t even know if we could get something like Plan B on this ship, and I doubt she packed some just in case.

I blow out a breath and exit the bathroom to give her a turn, and she’s still lying on the bed as if she hasn’t moved in the two minutes I took in there.

Maybe she’s asleep.

Maybe she doesn’t realize what happened.

I’m not sure I’ll sleep again until I know we didn’t just do something totally irreversible.

Fuck.

When she finally stands to use the bathroom, her eyes are averted to the floor rather than looking at me. My chest feels like it might collapse in on itself.

I sit on the bed and try to draw in deep breaths to help with the pain in my chest, but it’s not moving. It’s like a rock is stuck in there, and I’m helpless to do anything to make it go away.

I’m trying not to freak the fuck out, but it’s futile.

I don’t know if I’ve ever wanted kids, but I’ve always wanted Sophie. What do we do if I just put a baby in her without even realizing it?

We talked a little about kids and the future. She knows where I am on it. Learning that my parents lied to us for our entire lives really kind of fucked me up, but it was one of those things I could easily tuck away.

Now, though, faced with the potential of what just happened…I can’t really tuck that away.

A baby turns into a kid, and a kid turns into a lifelong responsibility. Some people want that. Some aren’t sure. Some don’t. I’m thirty, and I have no idea where I fall on that spectrum.

She emerges from the bathroom, and she still isn’t looking at me.

“Is there anything I can do?” It’s my polite way of asking her if she wants me to head down to the shops and see if I can find some Plan B or whatever.

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