Chapter Eighteen

Harlow

*Fuck, why is it so hot in here?* I wonder, as my shirt sticks uncomfortably to my back and sweat coats the inside of my thighs. *Are hot flashes a part of pregnancy, and this early?*

Just before I move to throw off the blanket, there’s movement next to me, making me realize what I thought was the back of the couch is actually a body, as a large hand slips beneath my shirt and grasps hold