Vanessa
Hours pass.
Walking from the car to Brent's house filled me with sexual anticipation I hadn't felt since Carpinteria. However, my sexual expectation dulled with Brent's snoring.
Now, Brent's standing outside the bathroom as I approach, rubbing my eyes.
He's dressed in pajama pants, no shirt or socks. He's absolutely sexy, with his hair messy from sleep.
"Do you know how to use this?"
I glance from the pregnancy test to him and back again. Does he not remember the three I took last month?
I give him a dirty look.
"Do you want to stick the thing between my legs while I pee?"
Brent raises his right eyebrow, excitedly asking, "Can I?"
After I grab the pregnancy test, I roll my eyes.
You're one for the record books, Brent.
I enter the bathroom with Brent following.
"I read the instructions." He closes the door.
I glare at him again. "Out, Brent."
He stares at me, waiting.
"Brent, I have to pee."
"Pee," he says as he motions for me to sit down.