He didn't stop me. I got bolder. I stroked him as I looked into his eyes. The purple orbs stared into mine, melting through to get to my thoughts. I had to break away from the stare, scared he could see through me, to the lies and everything. I let go of his dick long enough to get on one knee, but before I could kneel fully, he stopped me, shaking his head.
“You can't.” His voice was softer, devoid of the suspicion I had gotten used to. For a second, I got a flashback of a different Drake, a caring, shy one. I knew it was one of those flashbacks because I'd never seen Drake look at me with an embarrassed flush on his cheeks.
“Why?” I asked, letting go of these thoughts. It just wasn't the time to think of it. I will have to ask Ryth about it when next we chat. She will know why I keep having these flashbacks that rival everything I thought I knew.
“You are pregnant, Palt. I can't let you kneel for me.” He shook his head.
“But I —”
