5: Renee.

Oh, thank God he suggested staying in the break room a little longer.

I've stopped being afraid of the constant fluttering between my thighs and I've begun enjoying it. That tugging melt that makes me wish for...what? I don't know. Only that I'm confident this big, gruff man can give it to me. Give me relief.

And a baby.

I can't believe he agreed to get me pregnant. I'm so lucky. I seem to have found someone who understands. Gareth is the first person I've told about my plans to raise a child on my own and he didn't scoff or ridicule me. Didn't tell me I'm too young or that I need a man in my life to care for a baby successfully. He's non-judgmental and kind—and to quote the girls I used to go to college with, I think he might be hot as shit.

No, I'm positive of it—and because he makes me feel so accepted and safe, I want...more. I want to be touched by him and see how it feels.

Why are the tips of his ears red?

"I was thinking..." He closes his eyes and gives a rapid headshake, as if