“Ok, jeez you make me feel bad sometimes.” I said.
He smiled mischeviously.
“Well since we are in here by ourselves in the dressing room…” he started.
“No, Tyler.” I said smiling.
“We can’t not here and I’m eight months pregnant.” I continued.
“Alright. I respect that.” He said kind of sadly.
“Ok. Thank you. Tyler get out before we both get in trouble.” I snapped.
I don’t now why I snapped at him.
God I hate being pregnant.
I should tell him I’m sorry.
