Thorton had the entire weekend off, so the next morning him and Poppy went to shoot some hoops in the driveway. He thinks he was a little too physical with Poppy the night before and hurt her, “Does that feel better?” he asked Poppy. She smirks, suggestively. “Nothing could feel better” Thorton blushes brightly.
Readying himself to shoot, “So, it’s almost been a week. Are you sick of me, yet?” Poppy scoffs “Not at all. You could probably burn my house down and I wouldn’t be that mad, hahaha.” Thorton drops the ball and frantically picks it back up. “Are you worried at all?”
She bars her eyebrows, Thorton raises his in suggestion to last night. “WORDS, THORTON.” Poppy blurts annoyed. He feels embarrassed to say, “We didn’t have any uh.. preventatives, last night. I don’t know if that’s something you want or not, or were okay with. So I didn’t really say anything?” Poppy fans her shirt out, trying to cool off. “No, not really? Babies come from trash cans, anyways.” Poppy is joking.
Thorton regrets not saying anything, but in the back of his mind knew it was a possibility. He spent all night up thinking what their life would be like if they had a kid, he liked the thought. He shoots for the hoop, and misses. “NUTS, MAN.”