I push off from the couch. “God, you’re such an asshole,” I snarl, stalking past him down the hallway and grabbing the unopened box out of my nightstand drawer.
I was planning on getting it, thank you very much. There’s no way in hell I’d let Frank be the first to crack open my purchase from six months ago. How embarrassing would that be? But he’s definitely wearing one.
I don’t care how much he hates it. After our breakup, last summer, I’m not taking chances and relying solely on my method of birth control. Not even for this one time. This one moment of desperation. Because that’s all this will be.
I walk back into the living room, halting at the sight of him naked, smugly leaning against the couch. He shifts when I enter, gripping the couch behind him and giving me full view of his he
