Page 243 of Did They Break You

For a moment, it’s like he’s frozen, getting jostled around by the crowd.

But then…then he’s running.

I don’t getto say a word as I meet him halfway down the bleacher stairs. He wraps me up in his arms, his lips coming to mine. He’s damp with sweat and I feel dizzy as he spins me, my hands coming to his shoulder pads as I laugh against his mouth, literally swept off of my feet.

For a second, I’m nervous, terrified that when I tell him what I have to tell him, he won’t react like this.

But for now, he’s kissing me so fucking hard I can’t breathe, then he’s biting my piercing and my legs are wrapped around his waist, his hands under my ass. It feels strange without any metal in his own mouth, a clear retainer through the hole instead.

I hear people cheering down below, chanting his last name.

Adler. Adler. Adler.

And for the first time, I contemplate it. What it would look like.

Remi Adler.

“Baby,” I finally say, pulling away, trying to breathe. His gray eyes are on mine, lit up with joy.

I did that.

“Baby, I have to tell you something?—”

“God, you’re so mine,” he says as I lean down close, my temple on his. “You came.You’re fucking mine.”As if my appearance here makes me more his than sleeping most of the past month in his bed.

“I need to tell you something,” I manage to gasp out again before he’s kissing me all over and I’m letting him pull me under with it, letting myself dive headfirst into his love.

He pulls back, panting. “What is it? Spit it out, Remi.”

Before I can, he grabs my ass, hard, and I yelp, my face flushing as I realize his dad and his little brother are probably watching us right now. “I?—”

But he moves his hand from my ass and pulls something between us, cutting off my words.

My heart nearly stops as he holds up the pregnancy test.

He glances at the two pink lines.

“I fucking knew it.I fucking knew it.”

Before he can attack me again, I’m talking fast, knowing his hands will be all over me soon. “There are conditions to this baby,” I sputter, grabbing his wrists as he beams down at me.

He cocks a brow. “Conditions?”

“Yeah, I still want to finish school and?—”

He kisses me again, wrapping his arms tight around me, hands back on my ass as he lifts me in the air again. “I know.”

“And I wanna be a writer and they don’t make shit for money and?—”

“Let me take care of you,” he breathes, his lips over mine. “I don’t give a fuck about anything you’re saying right now. I’ve got money. I’ll get more.Let me take care of you.”

My mouth drops open, my mind spinning.

Then he’s kissing me again, stealing my words.

“Let me take care of you andlet me take care of our baby.”

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