I handed him the next piece of paper as a slight blush stole across my cheeks. It was a request for medical history from both of us. He just read it quietly, then just nodded and signed it without questions. I gave him a curious look.
“There's not a problem. I get check-ups regularly thanks to my military service so I can give you my latest clean bill of health," he explained.
I nodded. “I've had one just not too long before I met you, but I can get another one shortly."
He chuckled. “Sweetheart, I know the extent of your s****l history. Based on the way you felt when I was inside you, I believe you when you say it's been a long while."
Another blush set in by his blatant words. However, I enjoyed the trust he had in me, especially with what was next.
I hesitated with my next stateme
