He shakes his head. “No, that’s a lie. I love it.” His mouth moves closer, right next to my ear. “I like knowing my baby is growing inside you. I like knowing I did it. It makes me feel oddly…possessive.” “Oh,” I gasp. “Does that bother you?” he asks, again right in my ear, so close I can feel the heat of his breath, the brush of his lips. “No.”
