Page 63 of Now or Never

Hands down.

Without a single doubt.

It was way fucking better than good.

He came back into the room to Chelsea stretched out like a starfish on the bed, a smile still on her face. He glanced at the door, but he didn’t want to leave. So he lay down next to her and pulled a cover over them both, hoping she wouldn’t tell him to go.

“Why didn’t we do this weeks ago?” Chelsea asked, rolling onto her side and snuggling in.

Adam laughed. “I’m surprised by you. I thought you’ve been avoiding casual sex for like five years.”

“Almost six, actually.”

“Six years,” Adam repeated, shaking his head. “What made you change your mind?”

“You,” she whispered. “I never really felt like I was missing out on anything until you came along. I think I’m too attracted to you.”

“Obviously,” he said with a laugh.

She kissed his nipple, sending fresh want stirring in his veins.

“And you can’t get me pregnant. So that’s a bonus,” she said with a laugh.

Can’t get me pregnant.

That was a weird thing to say.

“Well, no,” he said. “I always wear a condom.”

“Yeah, I know,” she said. “But I mean, because you’ve had a vasectomy.”

Had awhat?

Did she sayvasectomy? He must have heard wrong.

“What?” he asked.

Chelsea sat up on her elbow, braced her head on her hand. “Sorry, I know it’s probably weird that I know that.”

He stared at her for a moment, trying to understand why she thought that he’d had a vasectomy. When he said nothing, she continued.

“Natalie told me. She . . . we were talking about you. About Ben, and about how I’m afraid to . . .” She paused, blew out a breath. “Are you mad?”

“I’m not mad,” he said. “I’m confused. Chelsea, I haven’t had a vasectomy.”

He could literally see the blood draining from her face.

“You haven’t?”

Adam shook his head. “No. I thought about having one. A few years back. But I . . .” He stopped speaking. Mostly because he didn’t want to say why he didn’t go through with it. But also because she was no longer listening.

She’d stood from the bed and started pacing the floor. “Oh no. No. No.”

She carried on like that for a while. It was at the thirtieth time hearing “Oh no” that he got a little offended.

“Did you only have sex with me because you thought I’d had a vasectomy?”

She stopped, cocked an eyebrow, and stared at him as if he was clueless.