Page 115 of Bewitch

“I’m due for my period any day now, so there’s next to no chance of my becoming pregnant.”

“I…”

“I’m sure you have a box of condoms around here somewhere.”

“Let’s not do the whole assumption thing anymore,” he says, sitting up slightly, his hands behind him for support. “If you want to know, ask.”

“I don’t know…”

If I don’t ask, I’ll never know, but I’ll also never stop wondering.

“How many?” I ask quietly.

“Four.”

“Including me?”

“Excluding you.”

“That’s honestly less than I would’ve thought.”

“Yes, well, I was trying to get you out of my head, and then I saw you in the gym, and I… You infected me.”

I giggle.

“I wasn’t trying to be romantic,” he grumbles.

“I’ve been thinking about how you’ve bewitched me, so…”

“Bewitching is nicer than infecting.”

“Yeah, infection does have a negative connotation to it…”

He chuckles.

“Pamela thinks I’m poison,” I offer.

“What? Why?” His eyes darken.

“You never told her?”

“No. I don’t kiss and tell.”

I rub the back of my neck. “The whole treat thing. Do you know about that?”

“Yes, she told me.”

“You didn’t… Did you take off for something with your parents or…”

“I needed time to clear my head and to try to get you out of my system.”

“Those four girls…” I hesitate. “Any of them after we… the second time…”

He snorts. “No.”

“Good.”

“What if I had?”

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