Jeffrey's jaw tensed. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. "…I—"
Her gaze narrowed.
That meant no.
The thought should have sent a surge of panic through her, but instead, a soft giggle escaped her lips. "Never mind," she said, waving it off casually before pressing herself against him again.
His brows lifted slightly. He knew he was clear of any STDs, and it had been a while since he'd last been with someone. But what surprised him most was her reaction—her complete lack of concern over the possibility of pregnancy.
"You're… sure?" he asked, his voice laced with curiosity.
She hummed in amusement. "Mm-hmm." Then, with a teasing glint in her eye, she whispered, "I'm going to trap you if I get pregnant."
Jeffrey instantly leaned back, searching her face. "You're serious?"
She didn't flinch.
His stomach twisted—not in panic, but in something unnervingly close to relief.
