Page 59 of Mess With Me
“I dunno. Maybe.” He lifted her off him, set her down, and retrieved her robe, wrapping it around her shoulders.
That was when she felt the aftermath—no-doubt virile sperm sliding out of her. Her stomach dropped and she went cold all over. How could she have let this happen again? How could he after he knew about her accidental pregnancy?
He tucked himself back into his pants and zipped up.
She slid her arms into the sleeves of the robe and tied it with shaking fingers.
“What’s wrong?”
Her voice came out small. “You didn’t use a condom.”
His face fell. “Ally, oh, God, I’m so sorry.” He pulled her close, hugging her. She couldn’t hug him back. She was stiff and cold. He rubbed her back. “I wasn’t thinking. I’m clean. I always use protection.”
“It’s okay,” she said through numb lips. Though nothing was okay.
He pulled back to look at her. “You’re shaking. C’mere. Sit down.” He tried to guide her to the sofa, but she pulled away.
“I’m fine.”
“Ally, I’m really sorry.” His voice was a quiet misery. “I just wanted tonight to be perfect, and I screwed up.”
“It’s not your fault. We were both stupid.” She headed toward her bedroom. “Give me a few minutes to get ready.”
“Ally…”
She stopped, numbly waiting for him to finish his sentence.
“I’m not like Dean. I’ll deal with the consequences of my actions.”
She nodded stiffly and retreated to her room. His reassurance just made her feel worse. Like it was a bad thing if she got pregnant. Of course it was. They weren’t in a committed relationship.
She sat on her bed, the numb shock wearing off. She didn’t take risks like that. Ever. Not since Dean.
She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths. She was expecting her period in a couple of days. Chances of a pregnancy were smaller; ovulation had most likely passed. Well, she’d know in a couple of days, wouldn’t she?
Ethan appeared in her doorway, his face creased with worry. “Do you want to skip dinner?”
She shook her head. “No, let’s go. I’m expecting my period in two days. I’m sure it’ll be fine.”
He visibly relaxed. “Okay. I’ll go wait in the living room.”
She quickly dressed, not giving herself time to dwell on the uncertainty. She’d enjoy a nice meal with good company, even if they were complete morons when they got too close. Not like they were going to hook up again after that scare. Talk about a buzzkill.
She stepped out to the living room in her little black dress and black heels. “Ready,” she said, putting as much cheer into her voice as she could.
“Hope you like French food,” he said, heading to the front door and opening it for her.
“Mmm, French fries are my favorite.”
He barked out a laugh. “Not sure they’re on the menu.”
They headed down the outdoor hallway toward the stairs. “How about French toast?”
“Actually, that is on the menu.”
“Ha!”
“They’ve got all the usual culprits. You’ll be well fed.” He entwined his fingers with hers and they were off for a date she was determined to enjoy.
