Page 24 of Pregnancy Scandal
I know I didn’t use a condom, and I was guessing that since she was on this baby mission, she might not be on her pill either.
So, I’d fallen right into the web of …
The web of something that was bigger than me.
Better to call it that. That was what it was because the truth of the matter was, when it came down to it, I couldn’t resist her. It didn’t take much for her to melt my resolve, and being drunk didn’t matter either. It just enhanced it.
This saga was the result of days ago when she asked me about making a baby with her. It came about from that moment when that thing snapped inside me. Back at the diner, when she put the question to me, something gave. I was right to call it an awakening because that’s what it felt like.
Then it came into fruition the night she went to Vegas and she told me she picked the only guy who wouldn’t want her. It came to damn fruition when I admitted to myself that Ididwant her.
Last night showed how badly I did. I was sure we definitely had sex. I just wished I could remember. It was the same as getting the tattoo. I still couldn’t remember that either.
Both things had nothing to do with each other, but both were Abby related.
Why the hell couldn’t I remember?
I winced and kicked a stone into the pond.
Feeling defeated and frustrated, I walked back home. I went home and worked out, hoping to work off some steam and also get my mind in order.
I had to speak to her later. Even if it was a text.
I wouldn’t know what I could say, but it had to be something. No matter what happened between us, it would be wrong to leave this in the air and not talk about it.
When my doorbell rang at six, I thought it was her – I hoped it was her – so I rushed to answer it and never bothered checking through the peephole.
I opened the door and instantly regretted it. Giselle stood before me looking ready to take on the runway. Her bright blue eyes looked me over with wild seduction.
“Hi, Gilly,” she cooed and walked inside without an invite.
“Giselle, I don’t mean to be rude, but what are you doing here?” I wasn’t in the mood to deal with her, and I wasn’t sure what game she was playing.
“Come to see you, silly. It’s Sunday, and that always makes me think of you.” Pure sex lit up her eyes, taking me back to the days we’d spent together. It had been wild, and because she was the first woman I’d really allowed myself to let down my guard with, I’d given her my all. Still, it was nothing in comparison to what I felt last night with Abby.
“I’m busy,” I told her.
“Doing what? You don’t look that busy to me.” She grinned. “Remember Sunday morning sex? It was a great follow-up to Saturday night sex.”
“Giselle, I’m not sure what this is or what you’re playing at, but I’m not interested.” I frowned.
“Oh, please. You would never turn me down. Me, of all the people. I know I hurt you, but sometimes you have to be cruel to be kind. Cruel to achieve the goal. I’d bet me leaving you made you harder and more focused. Look at you, Super Bowl star. You may have been hot shit before I left, but now you look like a god.”
Our breakup did make me hard and yes, hardened my heart. It also made me wiser. Stronger. At least when it came to her.
She stepped closer to me. “We were wild together, Gilly. You and me. I want that back. I want you back.” She ran her fingers over my chest.
I stared at her, and something sparked in my mind.
A memory and a thought… then a feeling.
The memory of Abby naked before me and watching her come undone in my arms as I kissed her neck. Then the thought of being inside her. The thought of being inside her, skin to skin, and making her mine for real. Then the feeling… I remembered it was the feeling that changed everything because it made reality pierce right back into my mind as I watched Abby fall asleep.
She fell asleep. That was what happened and what stopped us. What stopped me.
I remembered.
We didn’t have sex.
