"Where did you go?" Ameelah asked furrowing. She sat up against the headboard, watching his frantic movements with a lifted right eyebrow.
"To my car, to get this," Darmiel said grinning while showing her a box she knew to be containing that thin latex or rubber that would protect her from being gotten pregnant. He held up the small corporate-branded box with a triumphant smile, clearly proud of his quick thinking.
Suddenly, Ameelah followed more. "Why do you have that, Darmiel... in your car and it seemed to be opened already?" she asked with squinted eyes this time, and Darmiel suddenly froze.
Her sharp eyes immediately caught the torn seal on the side of the small box. Her protective, suspicious nature instantly flared up, her gaze narrowing further as she demanded a clear, logical
