6
Marcus
“Please tell me you’re on the pill.” My voice is low and strained as I meet Emma’s horrified gaze. The post-s*x haze is clearing from my head, fast. What the f**k is wrong with me? I’ve never forgotten a condom before. Ever. Not as a horny teenager and certainly not as an adult. How do you even forget such a thing? If you’re a single, sexually active man with a modicum of brains, using protection is a habit, one so ingrained you reach for a foil packet at the same time as you unzip your pants. But today, it didn’t even blip on my radar.
The need to get inside her had been so strong, so overwhelming, that caution and common sense took a long dive off a short pier together.
Looking like she might throw up, Emma shakes her head. “No, I… There was no need after Jim and I—that is,
