Phoebe
“Don’t mess with me, Adonis.”
My knees went weak when I saw Adonis’s panicked reaction. If I ended up pregnant, my dad would literally kill me.
The thought of walking around with a pup bump—maybe even twins or triplets—sent chills down my spine. No way I could be a teen mom still rocking my Livingstone uniform or munching popcorn on the couch 'cause my belly’s in the way.
“Hahaha… your face is priceless.”
“Why the hell are you laughing?” I snapped at him.
Seriously? He was laughing while I was having a full-blown panic attack. His cheerful giggle only made my headache worse. I didn’t even bother rinsing the soap off—I just moved away from the shower.
“Hey,” he called.
Adonis was holding something. It was white, kinda see-through, and shiny under the bathroom light. It looked
