The Pregnancy Test Mix-Up

Summary

When I missed the passing grade by one point, my best friend dragged me to a bar.

She said there was nothing a drink couldn't fix.

I drank until I blacked out. When I woke up, a man lay beside me, all cool eyes and tightly leashed control.

I left two hundred dollars on the nightstand and ran for my life.

I thought I'd never see him again. Then, on the first day of the new semester, the class I'd failed had a new professor.

I looked up at the podium.

The man from that night stood at the lectern, opened the roster, and read my name in a cool, even voice.