When we had that conversation about her cycle, I did some independent research. I found out a lot of interesting things. And right now, I’m pretty damn sure she’s ovulating. I pull my fingers out and put them in my mouth. My senses heighten. Her sweet taste spreads over my tongue, laced with something…some kind of feral signal I can read on a deeper level. I want this. God, I fucking need this. Up until now, we’ve fucked and haphazardly tried to avoid pregnancy. Maybe that’s a stretch, but I’ve never tried to get her pregnant. That changes tonight.
