“Jesus,” I muttered, pulling my palms down my face. “The last thing I'm in the mood for is a birthday party.”
Spencer got to his feet and held out his hand, helping me up. “I know it doesn't seem like it now, but a time will come when you won't even remember why you missed this asshole so much in the first place.” He placed a chaste kiss on my forehead. “Before you know it, Noah will be nothing more than a distant memory of a crush you used to have. I promise.”
I simply smiled at my brother and stared after him as he walked out. I wasn't sure what I hated more—the fact that Spencer thought Noah to be nothing more than a crush or the idea of time taking away what Noah meant to me.
As the door slammed shut, I dragged my feet to the bathroom. Just the thought of going out exhausted me. The idea of facing people, taking part in mundane conversations and pretending like my life was perfect made my stomach turn. But this was the only way to get Silas off my back–at least for the next few days.
The expansive ensuite with white marble floors, chrome fixtures and walls lined with mirrors, gleamed with polished shine. Soft light touched the crystal knobs sending dancing rainbows across the sleek white cabinets. It was a luxury bathroom most women only dreamt of, and I used to think it was perfect and exactly what a girl needed. But now it all seemed excessive and unnecessary. Inconsequential.
I put one foot in front of the other as my stomach churned violently. The beat of my heart strained to escape my chest and burned my eyes as it tried to leap from my body. It pounded in my ears as I pressed my hands to my temples, trying to quiet its harsh tempo while I took shallow breaths.
My hand shook as I picked up the test, and I craned my neck, staring up at the ceiling because I was too scared to look down. The truth was, I already knew what it would reveal.
I already knew my life would never be the same. How could it be after what Noah and I had—no matter how fleeting? His smell, his kiss, his touch, his voice; I was addicted to it all. He consumed me wholly, and it became increasingly harder to breathe when I wasn’t around him. Every time he touched me I came so damn close to burning to ash. When he kissed me, his lips became my gravity; and his body flush against mine would be my cocaine. I was so fucking high whenever he was inside me, claiming me, rocking me toward ecstasy, the whole world around me would disappear. Nothing else mattered when I was with him. My life had never been so close to perfect as it was whenever I was with him.
Finally, looking down, my fate was decided and solidified with two tiny pink lines.
I’m pregnant.