Willow
“Are you clean?” He whispers.
“Yes, are you?” I exhale.
“Yes,” he nods and moves away. “So that’s it? You are going to take my word for it. You are not going to ask for proof?”
“There’s no need for me to ask for proof. With your scolding and your judging, I’m not wet anymore, probably for the next five years!”
His mouth falls opens, but he quickly recovers. “I’m trying to ensure that...”
“Is this what you do when you meet someone you want to f**k? Health class?” I interject.
“We are not going to f**k,” he sighs. I feel a pang of disappointment. The way he says it makes me feel as if even mentioning it in the first place is crazy. I almost thought he found me attractive.
“I know, but I was just wondering if you turn your first dates into health class.”
“Call it heal
