"I like you, Michelle," Maddox says without breaking eye contact. He seems to have a more challenging time than usual finding words. His face is all red, and he actually looks insecure. "And while I know dating should come first, you can... You can stay at my place whenever you want if you decide to

"I do... Do you want to come and watch us?" A smile curls my lips. "Sure." We get into his car, and I quickly learn that Maddox likes to listen to old songs. The music isn't loud, but it's present during our conversation about what coffee to get. Then, in the Starbucks line, I'm sitting in the c

"Yes, you are kind of an asshole." I lift an eyebrow. "I must say you're brave for insulting me." "Please," Michelle smiles up at me. "You're harmless." I lean in closer, hunkering to meet her eyes. "Am I?" She rolls her eyes at me. "Your scaring techniques aren't working today. Just pick me up

"You do. It itches when you get affectionate." "It does?" "Yup." "Huh. Never knew." Michelle is obviously still upset about the heat but is taking it out over my scruff, even daring to sound like a brat. "But it's how it is." It is how it is. So grumpy. I'm smiling so hard that it hurts. "I

Michelle I have peed on every stick inside the RFSU pregnancy test package, and they all show the same thing: two red lines. "No, this must be wrong..." I stare down at the stick while sitting on the toilet seat. "I can't be pregnant—I'm not ready for that!" I'm shaking, close to crying my heart