Chapter Ten
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I jolted awake, panic surging through me as I fumbled for my phone. The screen lit up, and my heart dropped. I was late—really late. I shot up from the plush couch, only to be immediately gripped by a sharp pain between my legs. “Ow! It hurts!” I exclaimed, and then stopped abruptly when I heard a familiar voice from across the room.
“Could you stop shouting? It’s hurting my ears!”
I turned to see Theo, his toned body gloriously naked and glistening in the dim morning light. Our eyes locked, and we both screamed simultaneously, the shock of our situation hitting us like a freight train.
“Where the hell are our clothes?” I blurted out, my voice high-pitched with disbelief.
“I… I don’t know!” Theo stammered, running a hand through his tousled hair, a look of utter confusion painted across his face.
The reality of the night before crashed down on us. We had been drinking, a lot, and now here we were in a VIP room—naked. I covered my face with my hands, groaning. “This is bad. This is really bad.”
“Okay, okay,” Theo said, taking a deep breath to calm himself. “What happened? Do you remember anything?”
I shook my head, trying to piece together the scattered memories, but there was nothing but a hazy fog. “No. Just… flashes of us laughing and then…” My voice trailed off as embarrassment washed over me.
“Did we…?” I hesitated, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks.
“Did we what?” he asked, brow furrowing.
“Did you use a condom?” I asked, my heart racing.
Theo looked horrified. “I don’t even remember what happened last night! How am I supposed to know if I used one?”
I rolled my eyes in frustration. “Well, can you at least look around for any used ones?”
“Why don’t you do it?” he shot back defensively.
“Because if I could stand up without feeling like I got hit by a truck, I wouldn’t need to order you around!” I retorted.
He took a cautious step closer, and I opened my legs slightly, emphasizing my discomfort. “See? It hurts right here because of you!”
Theo’s face flushed, and he quickly averted his gaze. I couldn’t help but laugh. “Come on, you’ve already seen it. Why bother looking away now?”
He mumbled something under his breath, still avoiding my eyes as he started searching around the room. I watched as he rifled through the discarded clothing and empty bottles strewn across the floor, but he found nothing.
“Nothing!” he finally exclaimed, exasperated.
“I can’t believe this!” I said, trying to stand again. I pushed myself up, but my legs gave way, and I fell back onto the couch with a thud.
“Delilah!” Theo rushed over, concern etching his features.
“I’m fine!” I insisted, even though I felt anything but. “Maybe he didn’t come inside me.” The thought was a fragile comfort, but as soon as I said it, I felt something warm and sticky trickle down. My stomach dropped.
“No, no, no,” I whispered, panic rising.
“What is it?” Theo asked, kneeling beside me.
I couldn’t bring myself to look him in the eye. “I think…” I hesitated, then glanced down, horrified. “It’s… it’s semen.”
Theo’s expression twisted into one of shock. “Oh my God.”
I took a deep breath, trying to stay optimistic. “Okay, maybe I’m not in my ovulation phase or something.”
“What’s the ovulation phase?” he asked, genuinely puzzled.
“Seriously, Theo? We studied this in health class!” I exclaimed, rolling my eyes. “It’s when your body is fertile. You’re supposed to know this!”
He shrugged, looking sheepish. “I don’t remember.”
I sighed, exasperated. “Great. Just what I need. I really hope you don’t impregnate me. I don’t want my child inheriting your brain!”
Theo laughed, relief breaking through his anxiety. “Hey, my brain isn’t that bad!”
I shot him a glare, but I couldn’t help the smile tugging at my lips. “Sure it isn’t. We’re in a bit of a mess here, Theo.”
“Yeah, a huge mess,” he admitted, running a hand over his face. “So what do we do now?”
I took a deep breath, feeling the gravity of our predicament. “First, we need to get dressed and leave this place without anyone noticing. Then we’ll figure out how to deal with... whatever this is.”
He nodded slowly, the reality of our situation dawning on him. “You’re right. We can’t stay here.”
“Okay, then let’s move,” I urged, forcing myself to stand again. The pain still lingered, but I pushed through it.
As we began to gather our clothes, I couldn’t shake the feeling that our lives had just taken a turn into the unknown—one I had never anticipated.
Would we really be able to figure this out together, or had we just crossed a line that couldn’t be uncrossed?
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