Page 48 of Her Filthy Grump
“It’s okay.” He grins. “I like that you don’t want to be away from me.” He stretches over me and grabs his phone.
When his entire body stills, I glance over to the nightstand as the phone continues to bounce and shake on the wooden surface. “Is something wrong?”
“Um. I don’t know how to tell you this.” He grabs a small package and lifts it up.
The condom. Oh, no.My throat constricts.We didn’t use a condom.Shit. It’s not like I’m on the pill or anything.
“I forgot to put on a condom.” He rolls off me and sits on the edge of the bed. As he swipes the screen on his phone, the buzzing stops. “I don’t suppose you’re on the pill.”
“No.” I shake my head. Not that he can see as he’s staring at the floor like it will somehow open and save him. “I’m not.” I bite my bottom lip to keep it from quivering.
He glances over his shoulder. “I’m sorry. I’ll be more careful.”
“Me, too.” I nod and use my arm to push into a seated position. My hair sticks out in all directions.Oh, my God.I use my hand to smash it down to my head.Do I have bad breath to add to my bedhead?
“I know we just started seeing each other, so the timing is way off, but….” He turns and trails off.
My heart breaks a little bit at his forlorn expression. Crap. I’m falling in love with him, and he’s already planning his exit game. “Don’t stress over it.” I wave my hand dismissively. “I’m about to start my period, so there’s no reason to worry about getting pregnant.”
“Okay.” He nods, and the muscles in his back relax. “Is it okay if I shower? I have some extra clothes at the station.”
“Sure. It’s fine.” I drop my legs off the mattress on the side opposite of where he’s sitting. The thought of lying around naked has lost its appeal.
I grab my T-shirt and shorts and slip them on as I hear the water from the shower hit the porcelain bottom.What am I going to do?
I run my hands over my face. My period was less than two weeks ago. I should be right in the middle of my cycle. Just because I haven’t had sex before doesn’t mean I’m not up on fertility. I took health in school. I even took human development in college. I shiver. If I’m pregnant, it’s clear I’m all on my own. Kameron’s not sticking around to play pattycake and coach t-ball.
My eyes sting, and I slam them closed. Don’t freak out. Lots of women try for months, sometimes even years, to get pregnant. What’s the likelihood you’re going to get knocked up the first time?
My luck or someone else’s? Yeah. My luck is not good.
Kameron’s phone buzzes. Then, it stops. Seconds later, the vibration and buzzing start again.Shit. He hit the snooze button.I round the end of the bed as the water switches from a full stream to a random trickle.
I grab his cellphone off the mattress and frown.Which way do I swipe?The screen lights up again and buzzes. The circle showing which way to open the phone lights up.
As I swipe my finger over the screen, Kameron yells out from the bathroom. “When do you work?”
“I work later today. I get off at three o’clock.” I glance up as he stands naked in the doorway with water trailing down his abdomen. My heart slams in my chest.He’s gorgeous.“Can I photograph you?”
After my gaze reaches his face, I jerk backward. His eyes glisten with anger, and his jaw is so tight, it looks like it might break. The muscles in his neck and all the way down to his fisted hands are rigid.
“Give me my phone.”
“What?” I stare at him like he’s got a horn growing out of his ass.
“My phone. Give me my cell phone.” He stalks toward me and then grabs the device out of my hand. “Don’t touch my phone.”
I jerk back like he smacked me square in the face. “What’s your problem?”
“Just when I thought you were different.” He stomps to the bathroom and slams the door behind him.
My entire body floods with heat, and my knees shake. Is he screwing around on someone? Is he married? Oh, my flipping God, I’m the other woman. Does he have a family back in Kansas City? Kids? Bile floods my mouth.
No wonder he doesn’t want a baby with me. That would be kind of hard to explain to his wife.
My hand flies to my mouth, and I groan as hot tears fill my eyes. I thought he was someone special. I thought I was someone special. What a joke. He’s right–not everything is sunshine and rainbows. I shove on my shoes and head out of the room. He can find his own way out. I never want to see him again.
Chapter Thirty