"What do you mean no?!" I repeated, my voice going shrill as he glared at me.
"There will be no more morning-after pills, and there will be no condoms between us," he said as he grabbed his shorts off the floor and pulled them up his legs.
"Am I going to be on birth control?" I asked, my voice dropping to a whisper. He couldn't honestly mean to make that kind of decision for me.
Could he?
"No."
"You can't just decide that for me!" I yelled, watching in horror as he made his way for the bedroom door.
"Watch me," he growled, tugging it open and then disappearing through it. The lock latched from the outside, trapping me in the bedroom alone as I stared after him and wrapped my hands around my stomach in anguish.
He could not be serious.