“You’ve started going to dates with the toilet so often,” my friend looked at me skeptically.
“Maybe you ate something wrong. Or maybe it’s nerves.”
“Or maybe it’s something else? Like pregnancy, for example?”
I almost protested. But then I remembered my period calendar and nearly groaned out loud.
“Buy a test,” my friend advised. “Maybe it was too early for you to have turned Vlad down?”
I turned and saw my reflection in the mirror—pale, disheveled, and panic in my eyes. If this is the same thing, Vlad won’t help me. There hasn’t been sex with him for more than a month.
But there was with another man.
With my best friend’s father, who was gifted me.