Married Before Finals

Chapter 1

A month after our breakup, my younger ex-boyfriend knocked on my door.

He tossed a pregnancy test at me.

"I'm pregnant, it's yours."

I went blank.

Since when do I have that kind of superpower?

I looked at the two pink lines, then at Adrian Collins standing on my doorstep.

My brain short-circuited.

"If I'm not mistaken, I'm the woman and you're the man.

"When exactly did the world decide men can get pregnant?"

Adrian shouldered past me and sprawled on my couch like he owned the place.

"Evelyn Reed, you're taking responsibility.

"Or I'll tell everyone you ditched your man and your baby."

I stared at the test in my hand.

He was pregnant?

No way.

We did have one last reckless round the night we split, and my back ached for three days after.

By the timeline, it would be mine.

But come on, that makes zero sense.

If anyone should be pregnant here, it would be me.

Right then I noticed a smear of red on my fingers, like paint.

The test that had shown two lines now looked like one and a half.

I looked up, deadpan.

Murder in my eyes.

"Adrian Collins, I am going to kill you."

I lunged.

Adrian didn’t flinch.

He caught me in one move, pulling me into his chest, pinning me like he’d done it a hundred times.

He’s a varsity athlete.

There was no breaking that grip, so all I could do was glare.

He gave a lazy smile.

"Evelyn, you caught me, but I made it inside, didn’t I?"

My face burned.

"Have you no shame?"

"No. I want you."

His hold tightened.

"A month ago you wiped me from your life and vanished.

"You didn't even tell me why we were over.

"Good thing your brother told me you’d moved."

Mentioning that night made me a little guilty.

"I just… thought we weren’t a fit, so I ended it."

Adrian let out a short, sharp laugh.

"You sure didn’t think that while you were enjoying yourself."

My ears went hot and I looked away.

When I refused to answer, his eyes cooled.

"Fine, if you won’t talk, I’m not leaving.

"Evelyn, we can take our time."

Chapter 2

Adrian crashed on my couch.

He said I either told him why I broke up with him, or we got back together.

I wanted neither, so I shut my bedroom door and let the headache throb.

I should never have messed with him.

Adrian was six years younger, a college kid with too much shine and zero brakes.

We met because of my brother.

My brother never listened to anyone in his life, yet once he got to school he would not stop talking about his roommate, Adrian.
He said the guy came from money, had an eight pack and a V cut, did fine in competitions, and had a crowd of people chasing him.
He doted on him constantly.

After a few rounds of that I thought some creep had set sights on my brother, so I went to campus to see for myself.

Turned out my brother was not wrong.

His roommate really was the campus golden boy.
Tall, all legs, wild and cocky.
No universe in which he would be into my simple, muscle-brained brother.

I was ready to leave, relieved, when Adrian jogged after me, eyes bright.

“Can I get your number, Evelyn?”

Against my better judgment, I said yes.

Then he started courting me, all boyish heat and relentless energy I could not turn down.

Mostly, he really did have eight-pack abs.
I did not have the willpower.

We got together fast, and we hid it from my idiot brother.

Whenever Adrian was not training or in class, he came to my rental.
Clingy as a big dog.

Those days were heat and hush, hands and mouth and late-night whispers.

I thought a noona romance like ours might actually last, until his mother came to see me alone.

She opened with one request that I leave Adrian.

I tried the whole love conquers all speech.
She only smiled.

“You two are not a match.”

I looked at the ring on her hand, the kind that could buy my entire run-down complex in cash, and I wilted.

She was right.
His family had a place in Rome.
My people were nobodies.

I was lying in bed replaying the good parts with Adrian when the lock clicked.

Arms wrapped me from behind.

Warm lips found the nape of my neck.

I swallowed a shiver and jabbed my elbow back.

“Adrian, let go.”

“I won’t.”

“Reminder, we broke up. This is harassment.”

I kept my voice cool.

He nipped my ear.

“I never agreed to the breakup.”

“It wasn’t a vote. I was informing you, kid.”

“I’m not hearing it.”

His hands slid under my shirt like he knew the route by heart.

“Get out of my bed…”

“I missed you, Evelyn.”

His voice went low and rough on purpose, and my bones went soft.
My hands ended up looped around his neck.

We tumbled back together, half push, half pull.

I woke the next morning to his kisses.

He curled around me like a happy retriever.

Sense returned, and I kicked him off the bed.

While he blinked up at me, I kept my face flat.

“Get out. If there’s a next time, I’m calling the cops.”

He sat on the floor, stunned.

“Evelyn Reed, last night—”

“It was an accident. If some other boy had kissed me, I wouldn’t have said no either.
So stop bothering me. If you run into one of them, it will be awkward.”

His mouth pressed into a hard line, hurt flooding his eyes.

Proud boys do not swallow that kind of insult.

He dressed in silence and walked out.
The door slammed hard enough to rattle the frame.

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