(Derek)
As I drove around, aimlessly circling the same few blocks, I kept replaying the scene in my head.
The anger in her eyes, the way she’d looked at me. Like I was a stranger, or worse like I was a threat. I’d screwed up, big time. And maybe I’d done it on purpose.
It would have been so easy to pull out a condom, to take that extra step. But I hadn’t.
A part of me was so caught up in the moment that I didn’t care. And another part, a darker one, had wanted this. I knew Olivia wasn’t on birth control, she’d mentioned it once, probably trusting that I’d be careful.
But there’s something about knowing that she could end up carrying my child that gets under my skin. A way to make sure she’s tied to me. Permanently.
I imagined her pregnant, seeing that glow on her face, knowing she’d
