“You… I have the IUD,” I say. It would be difficult to tamper with that. Not unless he physically pulled it from my body. “Do you?” he murmurs, his deep voice low and challenging. He poses the question in a way that suggests he knows the answer to that question better than I do. My nails dig into his shoulders, and when realization begins to set in, I push at him. Of course, he resists against me, a steel fortress that even a nuclear bomb couldn’t crumble. “You didn’t,” I snap. “You sleep so heavily sometimes,” he responds,
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also, clearly written by someone who has never had an iud
