"Do you have control over it and for what?" I question confused. I still do not understand why it is done.
"Yes, I have control over it but not when you are in heat. I couldn't control it today. It is done to improve the chances." He says meeting my eyes so I can see his truth.
"Chances of what?" I get up to a sitting position. He looks away first for a few seconds ad returns to meet my eyes.
*"Pregnancy." "He whispers.
Silence. Pin drop silence as tension sparks between us. We stare at each other drowning in our thoughts. My barrier is up, he cannot read me. Did I just hear him say pregnancy? He said he had no control of it today does this mean he was forced to do so? Does he want this?
"Lumina, 1-" He begins but is cut off by the shrill sound of his phone's ringtone. He looks back at the phone laying upon the table and with a loud sigh whilst running his fingers through his hair frustrated he strides towards it picking it up.
