Ezra was insatiable the rest of the night. I woke up from my nap to him kissing my hips and moving his mouth lower. It took him about two minutes with his tongue on me before I was screaming his name again. We got up and headed down to the living room, where I reciprocated and had his knees shaking when I took him into my mouth. It was almost like it had become a new game for us.

He came up behind me and bent me over the kitchen table. I climbed on top of him when he sat on the couch. It felt so freeing being with him this way. It felt so natural and easy. By midnight, my body was sore and aching.

We went up to go to bed and he gave me a t-shirt to sleep in. It felt warm and safe. I had his scent all over me and it was intoxicating.

We laid in bed and he traced my fingertips with his. He gave me gentle kisses until I slipped off into sleep. I was having the most wonderful dream about Ezra and me together sitting with my family at dinner. We were all laughing. JD was making fun of me and Ezra was holding my hand. He leaned in and kissed me sweetly on the cheek.

I woke up quickly when I felt my stomach churning. I was going to be sick. I jumped out of the bed and darted into the bathroom. I was barely able to hold on until I reached the toilet. It felt like all my insides were trying to escape my body. I wiped the corner of my mouth and leaned back against the bathtub.

Ezra's shirtless shadow was leaning against the doorway when I finally looked up.

"What's going on?" He asked with sleep still heavy on his eyes. His hair was a tangled mess and sticking up in multiple places. He rubbed his eyes and yawned.

"I think I might have eaten something that made me sick or my stomach bug is back." I said, trying to calm myself.

Ezra walked in the door and sat on the edge of the tub.

I had the urge to throw up again and leaned over the toilet. My stomach muscles hurt from the violent action. I leaned back again and Ezra rubbed my head.

"Are you going to be ok?" He asked me with concern on his face. "Do you need me to call someone or get you something?"

"I'll be fine. Let's go lay back down."

We went back to the bed and I closed my eyes. My stomach was still violently churning.

I woke up two more times vomiting. The last time, I didn't make it to the bathroom. Luckily, the last time was all stomach acid and it wasn't hard to clean up. Ezra jumped up with me every time he felt me move away from him.

In the morning, he looked as bad as I felt. He had large bags under his eyes as he was brewing a pot of coffee in the kitchen. The smell was so overwhelming, I ran back upstairs again and had another round of vomiting.

I looked at myself in the mirror and I looked terrible. My eyes were dark and my hair was wild. This sickness was hitting me hard. I threw some toothpaste in my mouth to rinse out the taste of the stomach acid. My stomach felt much better after the last incident, but I was still feeling a little bit weak. I went back downstairs to find Ezra.

"That's a pretty nasty bug." He said, sipping his coffee.

"Yeah, I don't know where I got it from. I feel a little better now. It must be like a 24-hour thing or something."

He walked over to me and grabbed my waist. I reached my arms up around his neck. He leaned in to kiss me. His tongue pushed into my mouth and traced mine. He pressed himself into me, backing me up to the wall. His hands moved from my hips up to my chest and found my nipples. I grabbed him over his pants and felt him hardening. Ezra was ready to go again.

He squeezed my nipple and I pulled back from him quickly.

"Ouch." I winced and I rubbed my chest with my hand.

"Did I do something wrong?" He pulled back and raised his eyebrow at me curiously.

"No," I shook my head, confused. "They are just sore this morning. Maybe from all the attention they got yesterday? "I smiled back at him. "Or I could be getting ready to start my..."

No... oh no....no... no...no...no...no...please no.

I stopped my statement in the middle of my thought. My mouth was hanging open.

"What's wrong? Are you going to get sick again?" He asked.

When was my last period?

I was doing the math in my head, I met Ezra about seven weeks ago and I had my period about a week and a half before that. I had been so upset in the last couple of weeks; it never even crossed my mind. This couldn't be happening.

Terror filled my face as my heart dropped into my stomach. I broke out of Ezra's arms, ran over to the kitchen sink and began throwing up again. My whole body was heaving. I raised myself up and looked at him. What should I say? Should I tell him what I was thinking?

"Riley, what is going on?" He asked more forcefully, walking over to me.

I shook my head, moving my hair to hide my face. Tears were falling down hard and fast. He put his hands on the sides of my face and held it still.

"Riley, talk to me." He said, staring into my eyes.

I shook my head again. I wasn't sure, but I had a feeling about this. I did not feel normal. I hadn't felt normal in a long time. This was making way too much sense. Why now? We just started working on trying to figure out how to have a relationship. If I admitted what I was thinking to him, what would that do to us?

"I can't. I can't do this. Not right now." The words slipped out of my mouth slowly.

"You aren't changing your mind about being with me, are you?" His eyes were wide with panic. He was clueless about what was going on inside my head. He had no reason to suspect what I was beginning to realize.

"That's not it at all." I brought my hands to his face and he grabbed my wrists, bringing my hands back down.

"Tell me what's going on in that head of yours." His eyes were nervous and he looked unsure.

"Ezra," I took a long pause to breathe. "I'm late."

"You didn't tell me you had to work today. I can drive you and then you can come back later tonight." Ezra said, clearly not catching on to what I was trying to tell him.

"No, it's not work. I missed my period. I just realized it. With everything going on, I haven't even thought about it. I didn't even notice." Tears were still flowing from my eyes.

He dropped my hand from his and took a step back. His hands were in his hair and he pulled at it. He slid his hands over his face trying to wipe everything away.

"Don't fuck with me like this, Riley." He said, trying to decipher the situation.

"I'm not joking. I don't know anything for sure except I haven't had my period. It could be a coincidence that I am throwing up." I said, trying to convince myself that it could all just be in my head.

"What do we do?" He asked, looking around the room for some invisible person to give him an answer.

"I think I need to go get a test before we jump to any conclusions." I said, trying to compose myself. "Maybe it is stress related? I've had a lot of stress lately." Ezra flinched at my statement.

I moved closer to him and tried to grab his hands. He pulled them away from me, not letting me touch him. Hurt flashed across my face as his stance became hard and distant. Was he really doing this to me right now?

"Ezra. Will you please say something?" I asked, trying to move closer to him. He backed away again. His eyes were hard and angry. There was no trace of the loving person I had just spent the night with.

"You should go." He said flatly through gritted teeth.

"Really?" I asked, turning my head. My fear turned to anger.

"Go home, Riley."

I was pushing at him before I even knew what I was doing. He was just as surprised as I was and staggered back.

"Don't you do this to me! Not now, Ezra. Not like this." I smashed my fists against his chest as hard as I could.

He grabbed my wrists, squeezing them too hard and brought them down, holding them to my sides.

"Get out before I throw you out."

He dropped my wrists and walked from the room. I threw a bowl from the kitchen sink at him and it missed him by a few inches. It shattered against the wall into a thousand pieces. He didn't even stop to look back at me. I grabbed my keys and phone from the coffee table in the living room.

I didn't go follow him up the stairs to get my clothes and ran out the door, still in what I wore to bed. Ezra's t-shirt and my panties were the only things I had on. I climbed in as fast as I could and sped down the road. This was too much. My body was in shock, unable to handle what just happened. I pulled into a parking lot and grabbed my phone.

I looked through my contact list.

Who could I call?

I called Brynn first, but she didn't answer. I hadn't been the best friend lately, so I was not surprised by her silence. I couldn't confide in Anna because she would tell JD and it would make the situation worse. I wasn't positive about anything, so involving them was out. My parents were a hard no. I could see their faces and it made me cringe.

Aiden.

I pressed his name without thinking.

"Riley?" He said into the phone, confused. He answered on the first ring. He always answered on the first ring.

"Aiden, are you with Brynn?" I cried immediately when I heard his soft voice.

"No, she was sleeping when I left. I just stopped in at my parent's house."

I cried harder into the phone receiver.

"Riley, what's going on? Did he do something to you?" Aiden's voice hardened on the other end of the line.

"Can you come get me?"

"Where are you?"

"I'm sitting in the parking lot of the pharmacy down the road from your house."

"I'll be there soon." He hung up the phone. I leaned my head back against the driver's seat and closed my eyes. I must look crazy right now, the girl with wild hair sitting in a parking lot with just a t-shirt and panties on.