DAPHNE

“I — Pregnant?” I sit up, trying to put some space between us so I can think. “This is moving so fast.”

“I’m not asking you to let me knock you up right this second. You can’t anyway; you started your cycle.”

“But in a week when it’s over, you are? We haven’t even talked about what this is.” I motion between us. “And most of the time we’ve spent together has just been sex.” He pulled back from me as I slapped him. “No, I ...