Regina
I’m going to regret this. The words bounced around in my mind like a ping pong ball, but I really didn’t care at the moment.
Just like I hadn’t had the good sense to care when we were at the hotel. I’d been a little drunk that day, but I was entirely sober now as I looked at Jeff sitting on my floor, looking like I’d just hit him with a cattle prod.
It was the hormones. I was totally going to blame the hormones this time, as I reached for the buttons on my pajamas. Why had I even bothered to put them on? I could have just greeted Jeff at the door in the nude and saved some time. He watched in stunned silence as I slid the flannel shirt off my shoulders.
I mean, what was left to regret? I was already knocked up, so safe s*x wasn’t going to be an issue. I stood up, and push
