Ariana's POV
I slammed the guest room door shut behind me, heart pounding so loud it echoed in my ears.
My fingers trembled as I set the milk down on the nightstand, not even bothering with a sip. I paced instead, barefoot on cold floors, trying to breathe through the heat still burning under my skin.
What the hell was that?
Why does he have to be like that?
Why does my body listen to him more than my own mind?
I wrapped my arms around myself and sank onto the edge of the bed, my breath coming in quick, shallow bursts. My skin was still tingling where he’d touched me—my wrist, my waist, my neck. Every part of me he’d barely grazed was on fire now.
And I hated how much I didn’t want it to stop.
I buried my face in my hands.
You're pregnant, the voice in my head whispered again. Co
