“Yes, Michael, Right there,” she cries, drawing her nails against my back.
I work her until she’s in a mindless state of pleasure. Soon enough, she’s a shaky mess beneath me.
“Oh god! I’m coming,” she screams.
I continue thrusting into her, milking her for everything she’s got. Soon enough, I’m the shaky mindless mess above her. After I come, I collapse beside her on the bed.
We don’t say anything. Christine simply seeks out my touch and I wrap my arms around her. A few minutes later, we’re both fast asleep.
* * *
The next time I open my eyes, it’s morning. The sun is shining through the cracks in the curtains, and with the light comes clarity.
I look down at Christine. She’s sleeping so soundly, but she looks beautiful even now. She always looks beautiful to me.
I fucked up.
I can’t even think about the fact that this is the longest I’ve slept at night in a really long time. I just had sex with a woman I’m sure my younger brother is still in love with. There aren’t any excuses. It was wrong. Stupidly wrong.
Sitting still on the bed beside her, I wait for Christine to wake up.
CHAPTER6
CHRISTINE
Present day
I’m not ready for this. I don’t think I’ll ever be ready for this. This is probably the hardest thing I’ve had to do in my life. I’ve never found it hard to talk to people or say what’s on my mind until now.
And I really can’t believe I blurted out to Michael Crane that I’m pregnant on the dance floor at his brother’s wedding. His brother who also happens to be my ex-boyfriend.
My life has become a soap opera. I thought this kind of shit only happened in movies.
“Could you repeat what you just said?” Michael asks in confusion.
“No, I’m not pregnant. I wanted to say that Iwaspregnant. Six years ago. I got pregnant six years ago,” I say in a rush.
Michael blinks. I don’t think he’s getting me. He looks around and notices all the eyes on us. My parents and Tia are still seated at the table. They try to give me supportive smiles when I look at them but their expressions look more like grimaces.
Michael takes my hand in his again and pulls me away from the dance floor and out of the room. I follow silently as he leads me into a quiet, dimly lit room.
“Talk, and start making sense,” he orders.
I stare at him instead. Other than his quick visit to the coffee shop which still doesn’t feel real, it had been six years since I saw him last, and he hasn’t changed all that much. But he has grown up. He’s even more muscular than before, and his handsome face looks a little tired, like he’s carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. He’s still as good-looking as I remember, though. Even more so.
“Christine!” Michael says impatiently while snapping his fingers in front of my face.
“Right,” I mutter.
I’m about to ruin his life. I know it’s not likely, but a part of me is holding onto hope that he doesn’t react too badly. And I pray he doesn’t hate me.
“You have a son, Michael. Six years ago, when we slept together, we didn’t use a condom. I got pregnant and I gave birth to your child.”
I watch the expression on his face move from surprise to amusement to disbelief.
“That’s not funny, Christine,” he says with a frown.
I shake my head. “I’m not joking.”