*Cynamon*
"A problem?" I sit up, staring at him. What is he talking about? Zeva is listening curiously too.
He holds up something that looks like a rubber band with something stringy attached to it. "Uhm... seems like condoms actually do break sometimes."
"Oh shit." How f*****g unlucky can one be? I mean, I don’t do one-night stands. I don’t really do flings and even boyfriends, I normally keep them hanging, often for a long time before giving in, if they don’t give up first.
For once, I meet a man who makes my body actually burn with desire. Who makes me finally realize what all this is really about, and then this: a f*****g broken condom. Damn mate bond.
He throws it in the trash can with a sigh. "Sorry, darling, it must have been old or something. I guess I need to go into town and
