“He wasn’t with his friends.”
“Did he care?”
“No,” I said and shrugged. “But the principal didn’t know that. And the bitchy parents of the bully didn’t, either.”
Zodiac studied me. “You should want this kid to look like me. I was a cute baby. I have a picture to prove it.”
“Just one?” I said, immediately wanting to comfort him before realizing he might be tricking me into lowering my guard. “Wait, how did you get in my pants that night? Did you happen to mention the one picture thing? Was that night a pity fuck?”
Zodiac dropped my lock of hair and narrowed his eyes. “Do you really not remember that night?”
“I remember you smelled great, and I have a vague memory of an orgasm. Most of that night was like a dream.”
“You said yes,” Zodiac grumbled. “Don’t try claiming otherwise.”
“I wanted you before I was drunk, but I only said yes because I was drunk. Does that make sense?”
“No.”
“Well, you’re a big boy. Do some hard thinking until you get it.”
Zodiac shrugged and reached for my hair again. “You came on scorching hot. If anyone was bullied into sex, it was me.”
Rolling my eyes, I leaned back and sat at the other end of the wide couch. “Why did I kiss you? Was it the baby picture ploy?”
“It’s not a ploy. I was a cute baby.”
“All babies are cute. Some of the ugliest people I’ve ever met were cute babies.”
Zodiac insisted, “Well, I want a kid that looks like me.”
“Did you want a kid before I told you that I was pregnant? Was that why you were hounding me? I mean, I get it. I’m an exceptional mom. You’re lucky to create life with me.”
“Where’s your kid while you’re here begging to get laid?”
“I came here to talk to you andmaybeget laid. Sutter is with his grandparents, who adore him. I can still be a good mom without spending every second at home.”
“How would I know? My mom was dead before I was old enough to truly understand how much she sucked.”
“I feel like this poor-me sob story is how you got me to spread for you.”
“Is that all it would take for a man to get in your pants?”
“If the man were a sexy biker like you? Sure.”
Zodiac smiled smugly. “A sob story didn’t gain me access to your pussy.”
“I won’t believe you unless you fess up.”
Studying me, Zodiac muttered, “Because you genuinely don’t remember?”
“Does that bother you?”
“Actually, it does. Fucking you was a great triumph for me. To know you weren’t actively participating ruins the memory.”
“Quit your bitching and fess up to what tactic turned me from ‘eww’ to ‘ooh.’”
Zodiac ran his tongue across his teeth, making me wonder if he planned to fuck or cannibalize me. I was interested in that first one if he told the truth.
