Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
“That’s it,” Micah says. “I can feel you, baby, you’re about to come. Don’t fight it.” He swivels my hips in just the right way, and like a rubber band being stretched too far, I snap. My entire body detonates, my eyes close, and stars flash behind my lids when I come harder than I’ve ever come in my life.
My head lulls forward onto Micah’s shoulder as I sink farther down onto his shaft, unable to hold myself up any longer. My legs are shaking and feel like Jell-O. My heart is racing behind my rib cage.
We sit like this for I don’t know how long—me trying to catch my breath, while Micah runs the tips of his fingers up and down my back in a loving way—until the water turns cold and the chill in the air causes goose bumps to prick my skin.
With my legs less shaky, I lift my head and attempt to stand. As I slide off Micah’s semi-hard shaft, the pain from earlier comes back slightly, and when our bodies separate, he glances down between us, his entire body going rigid.
“What?” I ask. The little bit of water that’s left is tinted pink, but that’s to be expected since I just lost my virginity. I read that not all women bleed, but some do, and the amount of blood can vary.
When he doesn’t say anything, I start to freak out. “Micah, what’s wrong?”
“Sienna.” Chills run up my spine at the way he says my name. “I need to ask you something, and I need you to stay calm. Okay?”
“Stay calm?” I hiss. “You can’t tell a woman to stay calm and expect her to stay calm. What’s wrong?”
“Before I ask, I need you to know that whatever your answer is, we’ll deal with it together.”
“Micah!” I screech. “Just fucking—”
“Are you on birth control?”
“What?” I shake my head, confused by the direction of the conversation. “Why would I be on birth control? I’m not even having sex.” He quirks a brow and looks back down between us.
“You know what I mean. I wasn’t having sex… up until a few minutes ago. So there was no reason for me to be on—” And then like a wrecking ball, it hits me. “Oh my God, Micah…”
“Baby, stay calm.”
“Stay calm?” I stand and scramble out of the tub, and Micah follows. “Stay calm?” I grab my robe from earlier and wrap it around me. “How the fuck am I supposed to stay calm? We just had sex without protection… and I’m not on birth control.”
“Sienna.”
“Oh my God. I’m pregnant.” My hand goes to my belly, and deep down, I know I’m acting like a crazy person, but right now, I’m not thinking clearly. “I’m pregnant.” I look at Micah. “What are we going to do?” I cry. “I did this. You wanted to wait, but no, I had to take control, and now look what I did! I knocked myself up.”
Micah snorts out a laugh, earning himself a glare. “What do I do?”
“You have two options,” he says, way too calmly for a man who’s about to become a dad. “One, we get you the morning-after pill.”
“Here? In London? Is that even possible? And won’t it be in British?”
He laughs again but quickly schools his features. “British is just an accent,” he says. “I think you’re having a panic attack. Let’s take a shower, get cleaned up, and then we can talk. Okay?”
We go through the motions of showering and getting ready for bed, and the entire time my head is spinning. Once we’re settled in for the night and Micah is holding me, I start to finally calm down and think more clearly.
“I’m sorry,” I murmur into his chest. “I wasn’t thinking.”
“Stop,” he says softly. I feel his lips press a kiss to the crown of my head, and instantly, my body relaxes. “If you don’t want to take the next day pill here, we can get it once we arrive home. But if that’s not something you want to put into your body, that’s okay, too.”
“I could be pregnant,” I mutter.
“You could, and if you are, we’ll cross that bridge when we have to.” He tucks my wet strands of hair behind my ear and tilts my chin so I can look at him. “If you’re pregnant, whether you choose to keep the baby or not, I’ll be right there by your side. Whatever you decide, I’ll support you.”
“What if I want to keep the baby?”
“Then we’ll turn a room into a nursery. I’d bet you’d be even sexier swollen with my baby in you.”
For a moment, I imagine what it would be like, being pregnant… having a baby. But it’s so hard to picture it. “I never thought about having kids,” I admit.
“No? You don’t want any kids?” he asks, zero judgement in his tone.