“Because I woke up in, like, a puddle—”
“If you’re trying to turn me on, this is not the right strategy.”
“I’m trying to say we didn’t use a condom last night, and all your…um…offerings were everywhere.”
I freeze. “Everywhere, like I came on your stomach?”
She shoots down the hope. “Nope.”
“Shit.”
“I know.”
“And you’re not on the pill.” It’s not a question. That’s the first thing she told me when we started hooking up. She went off the pill two years ago because it gave her migraines, so we’ve been using condoms. Diligently. Until last night, it appears.
“Nope, not on the pill,” she confirms before offering a sliver of hope. “But I did check my app, and I’m ninety-five percent certain we’re out of the danger zone.”
Relief trickles through me. “Really?”
“I mean, it can’t give us theexactmoment of ovulation, but I think that window has passed and we should be okay.”
“You sure the egg isn’t just hanging around in there for funsies?”
She snickers. “It does for a day or two, I think. And even though I’m pretty sure we’re safe, I’d probably feel more comfortable if we drove into town and got, like, Plan B or something. Can we do that?”
I’m already sliding out of bed. “I’ll grab a shower and meet you downstairs in ten.”
Thirty minutes later, we’re on the road, and I’m feeling a little more human after two cups of coffee. Sunglasses protect my eyes from theknives in the sky AKA the sun, and Blake protects us both by not putting on any music.
“Look at us, being so adult,” she says from the passenger seat.
I chuckle. “Well, I believe I probably speak for both of us when I say we don’t want a little Graham baby running around.”
“Logan baby,” Blake corrects.
“Sorry to inform you, but you’ll have to fight my dad for the title.”
“You’ll have to fight mine.”
“We can let them fight each other.”
“Deal.”
When I stop at a red light, I reach across the console and cover her hand with mine. “I’m really sorry,” I say softly. “I fucked up.”
Blake shakes her head. “No, we both did.”
“We had sex without a condom. That’s on me.”
“It’s on both of us,” she says firmly. “I’m responsible for my own birth control.”
“Yes, but there’re other things that can happen when you don’t use protection. And I just want you to know, I don’t have any of those things, and I’m happy to go to a clinic with you to prove it.”
She smiles. “I appreciate that, but I wasn’t worried.”
The light turns green, and I drive through the intersection. The pharmacy is at the end of the block, but it doesn’t have a parking lot, and the street is packed with cars. I find an empty spot two blocks past the CVS, and Blake and I hop out of the Jeep and start walking.
I reach for her hand again, and she notes our intertwined fingers with a wry smile.
