Page 21 of Roommates
“What else can you do in the dark?” I asked, leaning a little closer and keeping my voice low, as if we were truly doing this in secret.
In a way, I guess we were. Keeping this secret from the part of me that knew I shouldn't be doing this.
“We can do lots of things in the dark.” Adam brushed our lips together again.
“Show me.”
“You sure you want that?”
“I'm sure.” Absolutely sure that I shouldn't be falling into bed with Adam again.
But I did anyway.
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L U C A S
I had a problem. A problem that went by the name of Adam Mills. I just could not keep my hands off that alpha, no matter what I tried. Last night had only served as further proof. I was a hopeless case.
Which meant I couldn't just keep sticking my head in the sand. The time for denial was over, and now was the time to take action. I had to get to the bottom of the nausea I'd been feeling lately. It could mean nothing. Or it could change my whole life.
No reason to feel nervous, right?
To start my investigations, I sneaked out of my bed, got dressed as quietly as I could, and then made my way into town, stopping at the first drug store I found. Pinpricks erupted on the back of my neck as I studied the store's supply of pregnancy tests. Even though there was hardly anyone else around, I couldn't shake this feeling of being watched.
Stop being ridiculous, I told myself, before simply grabbing one of the boxes and making to the register with it. To my luck, the cashier wasn't in a chatty mood and didn't try to make small-talk over my purchase. Good, because I don't think I could have gotten any words out, my throat was so tight.
If only we'd used condoms that first time.
But I'd been in heat and irrational, and Adam hadn't known the risks. My insides twisted.Adam hadn'tknown.I'd lied to him, tricked him.
How was he going to react if I was carrying his baby now?
No, I had to stop freaking out. There wasn't any reason to freak out. Not yet, anyway. I could have been feeling queasy for any number of reasons. It was entirely possible that it was just the stress of my situation getting to me.
I stashed the box with the pregnancy test in my hoodie's front pocket and returned to the dorm building. I wasn't super enthusiastic about taking a pregnancy test in the dorm's restroom, but I didn't know where else to go either. At least I'd be behind a locked door.
Without stopping by my room first, I went straight for the bathroom.
I didn't allow myself any further hesitation or room for more doubts. God knew I'd been putting this off long enough. Trying to keep my panic contained, I freed the pregnancy test from its box, glanced at the instructions, pulled down my pants and went to business.
The box the test came in told me I had to wait twenty seconds for a result.
Twenty whole seconds.
Might as well have been twenty years.
I stared at the stick in my hand until something on the small display changed.
A blue line appeared.
Wait. Did that mean...?
Holy shit. It was a good thing I was already standing in front of a toilet, because I suddenly felt a strong urge to throw up.
I was pregnant. With Adam's baby. Adam who still thought I was beta.
How the hell had I ended up in this situation?
