We stayed like that for a while, tangled on the couch, trading soft kisses and quieter words. I told him about the fuzzy feeling that morning, the way his arm had tightened like he already knew something was changing.
He teased me about keeping secrets for ten whole minutes and then got serious again, asking if I felt okay, if I needed anything, if we should call a doctor today or tomorrow. His excitement was infectious, that bubbly energy I’d been carrying since I saw the lines spreading between us until we were both grinning like idiots.
Eventually I pulled back a little, tracing his bottom lip with my thumb.
“There’s more, actually. I ran into Silas while I was at the pharmacy.”
Zayne’s body went still under me, the playful light in his eyes sharpening into something protective.
