“We can’t look back, princess. If I’ve learned anything from losing my parents, it’s that. Looking back … it drives you round the bend with grief.”
“You’re so wise,” I whispered.
A few seconds passed and then he said, “Though this bedroom being so far away from the living spaces would have come in handy when we were teens.”
I giggled. “I wouldn’t know.”
He pulled away and I looked up at him. He seemed surprised. “You’ve never had sex in here?”
“Just with myself.”
Callan’s eyes grew hot. “Do you think Elle would miss us if we stayed in here a bit longer?”
I was already pushing him back on the bed. “We have to be really quiet, though.”
“I’m not the one who can’t keep quiet,” he panted as I yanked at his zipper.
“Just for that, I ought to torture you, but we don’t have time.” I straddled him, bending over to swallow his laughter in my kiss.
What followed next was a quick, quiet fuck in my old bedroom … and it was awesome.
Afterward, as we righted our clothing and tried our best not to look like we’d had sex, I suddenly remembered Mhairi.
“Shit.” I paused at my bedroom door.
“What?” Callan asked, alert.
“We had sex without a condom again.”
“I thought you were on the pill.”
“Well, Mhairi, my photographer, is pregnant, even thoughshewas on the pill. So no more condomless sex.”
Callan’s lips formed a moue.
“Are you actually pouting?”
“No. Maybe.”
“Maybebaby?” I asked wide-eyed.
Callan’s eyes flared. “Right. You’re right. Condoms from now on.”
Glad we were in agreement, I strode out of the bedroom, reaching back for his hand. He took it, but even though he was holding onto me, I almost stumbled on the stairs when he said, “Taking you bare will be something to look forward to when we are ready to get pregnant.”
“Right,” I squeaked out, doing my very best to hide my inner MY BOYFRIEND WANTS TO HAVE BABIES WITH ME SOMEDAY scream.
The man had made quite the one eighty in the past few days. Almost losing me really had shaken the bachelor out of him.
I was still reeling from this astoundingly ecstatic news when we wandered into the sitting room to find Elle curled up on an armchair. She took one look at us and scrunched up her face. “You two did it in your bedroom, didn’t you?”
Callan made a choking sound.
I gaped in horror. How the feck did she know that?
I glanced down at our clothes to make sure everything was in its right place. It was!
“Aw, you did.” Elle grimaced as she got up to stroll toward us. “What is it with this family and the sex mania?”
