Believing Ben Snippet

We arrived at the numbered parking spot where our unremarkable dark blue sedan was parked. I unceremoniously slid Savannah off my shoulder and onto her feet, then backed her against the passenger’s side door with one arm on each side of her head. I held her there for a few sweetly agonizing seconds as she peered up at me with those gold eyes.

“I need…” She licked her pink lips, and my c*ck jumped with the hope that it was what she needed.

I took a step back, giving us both space. Obviously, I was in no condition to have a full conversation at that moment. But there was one answer I needed right away.

“So, are you?”

“Am I what?”

God, was she trying to torture me? Probably. And I deserved it. “Are you pregnant?”

“Pregnant?” She furrowed her brow and shook her head. “Why would...” She blinked slowly. “Oh. The vomiting. No, I am not pregnant. I haven’t even...”

She didn’t finish her sentence, but my own brain went into overdrive, coming up with fantasies about what I wanted to hear. I haven’t even been dating. I haven’t even been seeing anyone. I haven’t even wanted another man since we broke up.

Yeah, that was irrational and unfair as hell. I put all my energy into keeping my expression neutral because I had no right to be so relieved she wasn’t carrying another man’s child.

“Wait, do you think I’m running away from my life because I’m pregnant?” she asked. “I’m thirty-one years old. I could handle a pregnancy by myself. My problems are strictly professional, just like this”—she pointed between us—“needs to be. And I don’t think anyone is actually after me, but...”

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