You were just supposed to be a hookup, that's it. No strings attached, everybody moves on with their lives.

But now here you are, standing on the opposing side of him as he stares down at the little white stick with two pink lines that sits on the island in his kitchen. This isn't what he anticipated when you said you wanted to talk.

"Shit," the word slipping from his lips faster than he intended before he shook his head frantically, "wait! Not bad shit! I just...shit...!"