His answering smile could light up the whole state of Montana.
He rolls on top of me, caging me with his arms as he kisses me again, deeper this time.
I lose myself in the taste of him, the feel of his body against mine, the knowledge that this man—this incredible, loving man—is mine.
When we finally part, I'm dizzy with happiness.
“So,” he says, his forehead resting against mine, “since we've established that we're both crazy in love with each other…” He trails off, his thumb stroking circles on my hip.
“Yes?”
“How do you feel about staying here tonight? Waking up with me tomorrow morning?” His eyes search mine. “And maybe the morning after that, and the one after that, and?—”
“Luke,” I interrupt, laughing.
“What? I'm just saying, now that I've got you here, I'm not real eager to let you leave.”
I pretend to consider it, even though my heart is already screamingyes yes yes. “I guess I could be convinced to stay.”
“Oh yeah?” He shifts his weight, settling more fully between my legs, and the heat in his eyes makes my breath catch. “What would it take to convince you?”
I pull him down for another kiss, pouring everything I feel into it, all the love and hope and joy and disbelief that this is actually my life now.
“I think you're doing a pretty good job already,” I murmur against his lips.
His answering laugh rumbles through both our bodies. “Good. Because I plan on spending the rest of my life convincing you to stay.”
We have sex after that.
A lot of it.
And none of the many, many condoms we go through break, no matter how vigorously he fucks me.
But the truth is, we probably didn’t need to use condoms after all.
Because I’ve always been regular. And the day my period is supposed to start… well, it doesn’t.
CHAPTER 14
Pickles and Ice Cream
Once again, Luke and I have managed to get the same day off. It should be unheard of, and yet it keeps happening by some miracle of scheduling.
Luke picks me up at my house, as usual, and pulls me into his arms, as usual, and kisses me deeply as usual. I melt into him, letting myself have this moment before everything potentially changes.
But the first words he says to me are not usual.
His turquoise eyes are deep and serious as he pulls back to look at me, his hands still framing my face. “Two weeks, Madison. Is it time to take a test?”
My stomach drops. I've been trying not to think about it, trying to pretend that being three days late doesn't mean anything. But hearing him say it out loud makes it real.
Mouth suddenly dry, I nod. “I think so.”
At my request, we stop at a pharmacy in his town instead of Tower. If I'd been noticed buying a pregnancy test at the pharmacy back home, gossip would run rampant before I even made it to the parking lot.
My heart is running a million miles per hour as we walk through the automatic doors. The fluorescent lights feel too bright, the air conditioning too cold. But Luke's hand is warm and strong in mine.
The pregnancy test section is intimidating. So many boxes, so many brands, all promising accurate results. I stand there frozen, staring at them.
