JUNE THIRD
NINE MONTHS LATER
"You look handsome," I said, staring at Duncan in the mirror before getting up and rushing to him. I kissed his lips; he smiled, pinching my cheek.
"Let's go," he said, and I hooked his arm. We left the hotel room and got in the elevator to meet up with everyone.
He pressed the button to the first floor as the door closed, whispering, "Okay, close your eyes." Blending our lips.
It's not that I haven't gotten used to the elevator; I can use it on my own. But with Duncan around, our little distractions remain.
As soon as the door opened, we quickly composed ourselves.
Our moms, Colten, Melissa, Bitsko, Frank, and some of my mom's security were there.
"I am taking you to the gynecologist to make sure your birth control shots are working," Mom remarked, an
