quiet charm · dangerous · tall · protective · best friend's fiance · pregnancy · romance · complex emotions · rugged · hazel eyes
The bathroom was a tomb of stale air and suspended horror. On the icy tiles, a pregnancy test declared its verdict in two violent red slashes. Tear tracks had dried into salt on my skin, but my hands wouldn't stop their convulsive shuddering, gripping at the fraying edges of my own life. One name tolled like a bell in the silence: Rhys. The recollection hit in sharp cuts—rain hammering the glass, the solid weight of his arm pulling me close, the illicit fire of a kiss that burned away every last shred of sense. A sharp vibration tore through the dread. My phone screen flared to life in the gloom, casting a cold glow on a beloved name: Lena. Her messages flooded in, bright and achingly ignorant, singing praises for the very man whose secret now coiled inside me.