Adrian pauses like he’s mulling the proposition over and then says, “Well, I’ll just blame it on the pregnancy hormones.” I go still. “What?” He cocks his head to the side, obsidian eyes sparkling. “How disappointed do you think she’d be to learn you’re about to be a teenage mom?”
No, because the way he is the epitome of, "When they go, I go LOWERRRRRR!"
