He pauses for a beat. “Including that you had a negative STD test on your visit to your gynecologist last month.”
I clap a hand over my eyes. “Wow, this honesty-and-trust thing is f*****g awful.”
“We haven’t even really gotten started yet.”
“I feel sick.”
“I did warn you.”
“You should probably stop talking now.”
He takes my wrist and pins my arm next to my side. “Let’s get back to your worries.”
“Let’s not and say we did.”
Blowing right past that, he says, “I’ll give you money if you need it.”
I turn my head on the pillow and look at him. “Excuse me?”
“You heard what I said.”
“I also heard you say you knew how much money I have in my bank accounts.”
“I do.”
“So then you know I’ve been saving.”
In his pause, I sense that he’s trying to word something so as not to be insulting.
