Addison’s POV
I did my best to avoid Max in the weeks that passed. What happened in that kitchen should never have happened, I knew what he was doing, and I played right into his hands, encouraging his game. I thought that I had put him in his place, but instead, he just seemed to make him more determined.
He wasn’t doing much at all, just an accidental skin brush here, a shirtless moment there, but with these pregnancy hormones, it was like my s*x drive was always in overdrive, so any little skin to skin contact sent me through the roof. The only thing that kept me from jumping his bones was lots and lots of avoidance and cold showers.
I had passed the twelve-week mark, and my doctor told me that I should consider this a healthy pregnancy. As I moved into my second trimester, my morn
