“We’re just friends,” you whispered against his lips. He repeats the statement as your shirt gets removed by his hands.

“We’re just friends,” he says with a groan as he’s on top of you, one hand on your lower stomach, the other on your neck.

“We’re just friends,” you say after your shower with him, putting his t-shirt on and his underwear as shorts.

“We’re not just friends,” he says as he takes the positive pregnancy test that you gave him in his hands.