But it was I who was ruined.
By the time it was over, I was boneless as he eased out of me.
Rowen cleaned us up and removed the waterproof mattress cover, and then he slowly untied my legs, massaging them back to life. Once he uncuffed my wrists, he laid down and pulled me to his body, spooning me.
One of his hands held me tightly while the other explored my sweaty skin, barely tickling me, but it felt good.
He kissed my shoulder, my neck, my ear, anything he could reach.
And then, he pulled back.
“Do you feel okay?” he asked.
I blinked, still under the haze of sex, dazed after all those orgasms. “Yeah,” I said, dragging the word out. “Why?”
He flipped me onto my back, tilting his head as he looked down at me. His eyebrows twitched, eyes searching mine, like he was trying to figure out what to say.
“You’ve been tired lately. Um…moody, even. And your boobs are…different. Sensitive.”
I blinked several times.
“What?” My brain couldn’t figure out what he was trying to say.
He reached into his nightstand drawer, like he’d been prepared, and pulled out a blue wrapped stick.
A pregnancy test.
I stared at it then him.
“You’re late,” he said gently. “Almost a week.”
I froze. I hadn’t even realized. I’d grown so used to the disappointment, I just stopped keeping track.
He hadn’t.
“Take it.” He handed me the test. “Just to know.”
He was nervous, and it was making me nervous.
I stood slowly and went to the bathroom.
Time stood still as I took the test out, peed on it, and laid it on the counter. I grabbed a piece of toilet paper and tossed it over the little screen with the loading bar. After washing my hands, I sat on the floor, staring at the corner where the test sat.
Several minutes passed before Rowen appeared at the bathroom door. “You okay?”
I swallowed and shook my head, tears forming, way too many emotions welling up inside me. He came to me immediately, pulling me to him, letting me sob into his chest.
He didn’t ask about the test; he just held me until I stopped crying, then held my chin as he pushed the tear-soaked strands out of my face.
“Do you want me to look?”
I shook my head. I had to be the one to look.
My fingers trembled as I stood and reached for the test. After a deep breath, I looked at it, then at Rowen still sitting on the floor. I didn’t say a word.
I didn’t have to.
“You’re pregnant,” he said like he was relieved, rising to his feet.
