Georgia's POV
Noah had lent me one of his t-shirts when I got out of the shower and now I was sitting at the kitchen table, my hair still wet, dripping down my back just staring into my cup of coffee, deep in thought. After the day I'd had I wasn't prepared for the news of "we didn't use a condom." Being Sunday tomorrow, of all days, there was no pharmacy that was open. No doctor's surgeries. I had no idea how I was going to get hold of the morning after pill. I didn't take any contraception because I'd never been sexually active before Noah, but that needed to change after today. The only thing I could think of doing right now was phoning the out of hours GP service and hope they could help. Noah walks into the room in a pair of grey joggers, rubbing his hair dry with a towel. I watch hi
