Her eyes flutter open, and she pulls back a fraction. "I don't know if I can do that."
"Yes, you can. You're stronger than you think."
A short laugh escapes from her lips, her breath warm against mine. "I'm not strong. I'm terrified."
"Then be terrified with me. But don't go back to him." I can’t let go of her. I can’t?—
"What if I'm pregnant? What if?—"
"Then we'll figure it out. Together."
This time, she pulls back further. "You keep saying that. But you don't understand what that would mean. The consequences. My father would?—"
"I don't care about your father. I care about you."
I kiss her again, deeper this time, more desperate. And she's kissing me back, her hands fisting in my shirt, pulling me closer. When my tongue slides against hers, I feel hers tangle with it, and I feel her helpless moan, lost in the kiss.
We stumble toward her bed, a tangle of limbs, my hands everywhere on her as I tumble her back onto the narrow mattress. "We shouldn't," she gasps between kisses. "Not again. Not until I?—"
Not, ‘not ever,’ just ‘not until.’I don’t fail to notice the difference. "Until you what? Take the pill? Make sure last night doesn't have consequences?"
She freezes underneath me, her hands suddenly pressing against my chest to hold me back. "How did you know about that?"
Fuck.I wasn't supposed to say that. "I saw the bag. On your desk."
She pulls back slightly, looking at me with new wariness. "You went through my things?"
"No. I just—I saw it. The pharmacy bag. It wasn't hard to guess."
She's quiet for a moment, and I can see her trying to decide if she believes me.
"I haven't taken it yet," she says finally. "I was going to, but—I don't know. I keep thinking about last night. About how it felt. About—" She stops. "About you."
"Don't take it." The words are out before I can stop them.
Her eyes widen. "What?"
"Don't take it. Don't erase what we did. Don't—" I stop, trying to find words that don't sound completely insane. "Just—give it time. Give us time. Before you make that decision."
"Romeo, that's not how Plan B works. It's most effective within the first 24 hours. If I wait?—"
"Then wait. See what happens. See if?—"
"See if I get pregnant? Are you serious right now?"
"Yes. I'm completely serious."
She stares at me like I've lost my mind. Maybe I have. I feel like I’m losing my mind right now, with her underneath me. I want to—Ineedto be inside of her again. I don’t want her to take that fucking pill; I want to fill her up with my cum again.
Last night was the first time I’ve ever been inside a woman without protection. The first time I’ve ever come during sex when I wasn’t wearing a condom. Hell, half the time I pull out even if I’m wearing one. I don’t want a fucking kid.
Until now. With her. Now I want everything with her. And I want to feel her again, hot and wet around my bare cock, taking me raw while I give her what I’ve never given anyone else.
"Why would you want that? Why would you want me to risk?—"
"Because I want you. All of you. Every possibility. Every—" I stop, the words catching in my throat. "I want you to be mine, Savannah. Completely, irrevocably mine."
She’s still staring at me like I’ve lost my mind. "That's insane."
