"I'm… I'm…" she took a deep breath, "I'm pregnant." She curled into a tighter ball and wepted harder in the crook of his muscular arm. Steve held her closer as his eyes widened.
He had never touched her nor had he ever seen any one follow her to her apartment. He could never even recall her mention a boyfriend or even a date.
He kissed the top of her head as he longed to do but made sure to make it seem nonchalant and quick as he rose to pull a few squares of toilet paper for her to wipe her face.
"I don't" she took some ragged breaths before she tried to continue, "I don't… I I can't… I can't explain now."
"It's okay, you're… you're going to be just fine." Steve's deep gentle voice helped her to stop sobbing as she closed her eyes trying to absorb is calmness and inhaled his musky cologne.
"Will you stay with me? I don't want to be alone. Please?" Sharon asked in a cautious whisper.
"Of course." Steve's deep milky voice almost cooed as he continued to try to calm her down. He rose to his feet and picked up puffy, but still doe eyed Sharon bridal style and she continued to rest her head on his sold warm chest. His arms beneath her felt solid but still soft as he lowered her on to her cool unmade bed.
"I'll sleep on the couch if you need me." Steve said as he turned to leave towards her living room.
"No wait." She said effectively stopping him at the door "will you just… hold me, Steve?"
He didn't answer but just walked back to her and slipped between the sheets next to her and wrapped a protective arm around her waist and she moved into empty space separating them. Is chest so close to her that she could only feel it when he inhaled his slow steady breaths.
All she could think about is what Steve must have been thinking.
What if he thinks I'm a whore? I never wanted this to happen. I'm not like that. But does he know that? Fuck it. I can just explain in the morning. What is he going to say?
One last tear trailed down her cheek and dropped on her pillow.
Please, just let him understand.