“Hello, pregnancy?”
“Oh, that.”
“Yes, that. What would you have done if you’d shot your spawn inside me?”
“Take care of it when it comes.”
“What makes you think I want children this young?”
“It’s not planned, so if it happens, it happens.”
“Are you serious?”
“Very.”
“But there’d be another life we’d have to be responsible for.”
“So be it. Why do you have to make it into a fucking event?”
“I don’t know, oh, let me think, maybe because it would be? We’re college kids, Sebastian, and we’re not even in a relationship.”
“We are. You just refuse to admit it and what great parents we’d make, Tsundere.”
“This isn’t the time to joke around! A child out of wedlock would cause a political scandal in your family.”
“I couldn’t give two fucks about that.”
“Why wouldn’t you?”
“That’s the difference between us, Naomi. My focus is solely on you and me, but your attention is scattered elsewhere.”
“You…really wouldn’t care if I conceived.” It’s not a question, because I see his answer loud and clear in his relaxed features.
“I wouldn’t make it a fucking issue like you’re doing, but now that you’ve put it in my head, I’m curious to see you…”
“Don’t even think about it. I’m on birth control shots.”
His face turns blank, as if he’s disappointed. “Then what was the whole drama for?”
“Condoms!”
“Yeah, no. I don’t like them with you.”
“You could’ve given me something, considering all the girls you’ve fucked.”
“I’ve never fucked anyone without protection.”
I swallow. “No one?”
“No one but you, and I’m keeping it that way,” he says it as if it’s an established fact he doesn’t want to argue. “As for my medical record, I’ll send you the one from the physical I had before school started. It says I’m healthy and in my prime.”
“Fucked up, too,” I mutter.
“That makes two of us, baby. I like hurting you and you love being hurt.”
“Why?” I murmur.
“Why what?”