You get on your phone to look up ovulation and how long it lasts. You never thought you’d ever have to worry about whether or not you were ovulating. Holy crap! Only one day but symptoms are up to 5 days before? This is going to last a week! You throw yourself backwards on the couch, letting out a huff. At this rate, I won’t be able to walk by the time this ends! That or I’ll be so raw I’ll never want s*x again! I am not happy with either of these options. You’re still grumbling to yourself when Gregory walks in, showered and changed from his morning run. He’s crumpling up a piece of paper in his hand and his features look dark. Your thoughts of how delicious he looks go out the window as you get up and walk over to him. “What’s that?” “It’s nothing,” he says as throws it in

