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He lowers his thumb to my clit, and I detonate.

“Corey,” I cry, breaking the silence, I’m sure letting Brooke know exactly what’s going down in here.

Seconds after my orgasm crashes into me, he stills and roars his own release.

The moment my orgasm starts to subside, my stomach turns over.

Oh no. No, no, no.

Scrambling to get up, I fly toward the bathroom and get to the toilet just in time.

I’m not aware of what he’s doing as I heave into the bowl until his fingers brush my back as he gathers my hair for me.

Once I’m happy I’ve finished, I wipe my mouth with some tissue and sit back.

“Are you okay?” he asks, concern knitting his brows.

“Um …”

His eyes burn into me as I stand and make use of the mouthwash sitting next to the basin.

“There’s something else I need to tell you.”

His eyes are wide, fear evident within them, but there’s no hiding now. “I’m pregnant, Corey.”

“No. No, no, no.” His hands lift to his hair, and he tugs so hard I think it’s going to come out. “No. No,” he repeats, looking around the room with a horrified expression on his face that I’m sure I’ll remember until my dying day. Not once does he meet my eyes. “Fuck,” he barks before storming from the room and, soon after, the house.

I sag back against the counter, my head spinning. Did that really just happen?

How did we go from orgasmic bliss to him running like his ass was on fire in a matter of seconds?

Footsteps race toward me, and when I look up, I find Brooke holding a towel out for me. I’d totally forgotten that I was standing here naked.

“What the hell happened?”

“I told him.”

“Fuck.”

She gathers me up in her arms, but I don’t cry. I’m pretty sure I’ve run out of tears.

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HARLOW

“He’s not coming back, is he?” Brooke asks from her end of the couch.

It’s been hours since I told Corey ran from the house. To begin with, I thought that maybe he just needed a breather and he’d be back. He’d just told me how much he’d missed me, how much he needed me, and yet he’s vanished.

“Doesn’t look that way, does it?”

“Why do you sound so … okay?”

I can’t help but laugh at her. Okay? She thinks I’m okay? Clearly, I’m a better actress than I ever gave myself credit for.

“Okay, now you’re just freaking me out,” she mutters.

“Nothing about my life is okay right now, B. But if I don’t laugh, I’ll cry, and if I do that there’s a chance I’ll never stop.”

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