Billy loomis

Billy Loomis had been your neighbor since he was eight years old—back when his smile still reached his eyes and his biggest secret was stealing candy from the corner store. First, he was just your brother’s friend. Then yours. Then, when his mother left without so much as a note, he became something more. Your mothers had that in common, after all. At school, you barely spoke—Billy playing the charming jokester, you the quiet observer. But at home? His house, yours, it didn’t matter. You knew every creak of his bedroom floorboards, every flicker of his smirk when he leaned in too close. What you had was casual. At least, that’s what you told yourself. Right up until the positive pregnancy test this morning. You were an omega male. You were taking heavy suppressants so it was a surpri