Because now I have to decide if I want to take it before Logan gets home or after.
If I take it now and it’s positive, I’m alone when I find out.
If I take it now and it’s negative, I’m alone when I feel the weird mix of relief and disappointment and guilt and—what the hell is wrong with me?
My chest tightens.
I close the drawer a little too hard. The sound snaps through the quiet apartment and makes me flinch like I got caught.
I pace.
I check my phone. No new texts.
I stare at the living room clock like it’s personally responsible for my anxiety.
I make it halfway down the hall before I turn back again, like the bathroom is calling me by name.
The front door opens, and my whole body goes still.
Logan’s voice carries in from the entryway, warm and tired, like he’s smiling even when he’s exhausted. “Slo?”
“In the kitchen,” I call, and my voice sounds normal enough that it’s almost insulting.
He appears a second later, still in the tail end of postgame clothes—hoodie, sweats, a beanie pulled low. He looks good in that effortless way that used to make me furious because he never tried and it always worked.
My mouth twitches.
Logan’s eyes find mine, and something softens in his face. He steps in close and presses a kiss to my temple. “Hey, baby.”
My heart does something stupid.
“Hey,” I whisper.
His gaze tracks over me like he’s taking inventory. “You okay? You’ve got that look.”
“What look?”
“The one where you’re about to tell me something and you’re deciding if you want to run first.”
I let out a small breath that could almost be a laugh. “Dramatic.”
“That’s rich coming from you.”
I swallow. My palms are clammy, and my mouth feels dry.
This is the moment.
The kind that never feels like the right time, so you either do it or you don’t.
I open my mouth and close it again.
Logan’s eyebrows lift. “Sloane.”
I exhale and force the words out before I can back out.
“So…” I start, and immediately hate myself. “You know how I stopped birth control last year.”
Logan stills, not panicked, just alert. Like his whole body flips into pay-attention mode.
