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Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod…
That refrain had been going on a nonstop loop ever since she’d nearly thrown up in the bathroom.
It was the pasta. It had to be. She’d eaten too fast. It had too much oregano. Something. It couldn’t be anything else. She and Josh always used condoms, every single time. There had never been a rip, or a premature disposal, or a lapse. They’d been absolutely meticulous.
Calendar, calendar…how long had it been since her last period? She’d been keeping track pretty carefully when she was with Logan. They’d stopped using condoms, so knowing where she was in her cycle was pretty important. But his schedule had been so sporadic toward the end. He’d been wrapped up with his finals and barely made it to Jupiter Point at all. They’d had s*x maybe once in the last cou
