“Classy.” She rolls her eyes. “Well, what did you expect? I’m a woman, Auden. I have needs. And God forbid you’d ever be down for a fuck, we haven’t even consummated the marriage yet.” Her hands snap to cover her mouth as if she’s just said something she shouldn’t. “Of course, we have,” I snap. “You’re pregnant.” And then I see it. The blush of panic on her cheeks, the glint of deceit in her eyes, both are a blinding indication of the truth.
