Chapter Sixty Four: Because I'm Pregnant

Ciara's POV

I let out a drunken laugh, full and unrestrained. "Are you serious right now?" I asked, my amusement fading as I settled my gaze on his. "Is this part of the whole act? Because you didn't give me a heads-up on that one," I added, clicking my teeth.

"I'm serious, Ciara," he replied in a low voice, the tone unmistakably genuine. I hadn't believed him at first, but now, seeing the intensity in his eyes and the fact that he'd addressed me by my name for the first time, I started to realize he meant it.

"What do you mean by 'sleep with you'? Are you talking about…" I trailed off, making a gesture with my hands, my index finger moving in and out of a circle I formed with my other hand. "Like, sex?" I clarified, my voice suddenly clear, as if the alcohol had lost its hold on me.

He nodded, his gaze unwavering.