Vanessa

Hours pass.

Walking from the car to Brent's house filled me with sexual anticipation I hadn't felt since Carpinteria. However, my sexual expectation dulled with Brent's snoring.

Now, Brent's standing outside the bathroom as I approach, rubbing my eyes.

He's dressed in pajama pants, no shirt or socks. He's absolutely sexy, with his hair messy from sleep.

"Do you know how to use this?"

I glance from the pregnancy test to him and back again. ...