“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” His fingers lazily stroke my jaw.
“It’s not that. Danny… I need to tell you something.”
“What is it?”
“I’m on birth control. I don’t want to get pregnant,” I confess.
Danny pulls out and away from me. Chills wash over me from the loss of his warmth.
He sits on the edge of the bed with his back to me as he hangs his head down in his hands. “You don’t want to have my baby?”
“One day. Sure. But, Danny, we just got married and CT is six months old. We have time. I want to go back to school or get a job and you have so much going on with the club right now. Don’t you think the timing is off?”
“I get what you are saying. But I feel punched in the throat right now,” he croaks.
“I’m sorry.” I go to comfort him but he pushes me away and stands up.
“I get it. I do. I just need a minute.”
“Okay,” I whisper as he leaves the room.
Pulling the sheet up around me, I feel Danny’s semen, on the insides of my thighs. Am I making a mistake for wanting to wait?
Now would be a good time for a talk with my mom, but we don’t have that bond any more.
I feel empty.
Sad.
Alone.
Even though Danny is here, I feel like I just put a wall up between us. He was so damn happy.
Why did I have to open my mouth?
I hear Danny’s cell phone go off and a few minutes later he comes into the bedroom. He doesn’t even look at me as he goes to the closet and starts throwing on clothes.
When he grabs his cut off the bedpost his eyes finally meet mine. He looks pissed off. Its my fault. I did this. I hurt him.
I didn’t want to.
I only wanted to be honest with him, but maybe while he had his dick in me shooting his sperm into me wasn’t the best time.
“Are you leaving?”
“Got some shit I need to handle. I’ll be back. Keep the doors locked.”
He starts out of the room and I scramble from the bed, not caring that I lose the sheet on the way.
I grab his arm in the hallway and if looks could kill, I’d be dead right now. “Danny!” his dark eyes narrow in on my hand on his arm. So many emotions are flashing across his face right now.
Anger.
Betrayal.
Sadness.
I might as well be with the hurt in his eyes dancing behind the anger. Seeing the lost expression on his face, knowing I put it there crushes me.