I pulled back and let the next spurt land on my chest. He groaned as he watched the water wash everything away.
A smile on his face, he pulled me up to my feet and gave me a long, deep kiss. That’s when the cold water hit us. The damn tank wasn’t large enough.
I hopped out, dried myself, and put a fluffy, long robe on. Sean decided that modesty wasn’t for him and strolled back into the bedroom as he was.
As soon as we were back in his bedroom, Sean pulled a paper bag out of his dresser and handed it to me. “I grabbed something last night while you were at work. It says it can give the result sooner than the regular ones.”
A pregnancy test. The high of the orgasm drained away and left nothing but the ugly reality. It’s been almost two weeks since the first time we had sex, the time we screwed up. The more sensitive test might pick up on the pregnancy hormones in my urine if I had them.
On unsteady feet, I returned to the bathroom and did the deed, then waited, staring at the plastic stick as if it would show the result sooner.
What did I even want it to show? Negative, right? That would be the best result. It should be the best result.
What did Sean want?
Of course, he wanted it to be negative. What was I even thinking? This whole thing was supposed to be temporary. We didn’t need complications.
“Vera?” Sean knocked on the door. “It’s been ten minutes. I think it’s supposed to show the result in five.”
One line. Still one line. It wouldn't change if I sat here some more.
I tossed it in the trash and washed my hands, then came out to give Sean the good news.
“Negative.”
“Oh.” Did he look disappointed?
“It’s still early. It could be a false negative if there aren’t enough hormones yet.”
He nodded, then did the same thing he always did when we were alone and only a breath away from each other. He put his hand on my waist and pulled me into a kiss.