“Oh. The goddamn condom…” The words were out of her mouth before her mind could finish admonishing herself, “I’m clean and on birth—”
“Sorry,” he said seriously. Distrust and wariness laced his words. “I am clean, but I don’t know about you.”
Her face fell and she looked at him open-mouthed for a few moments.
An awkward silence filled the room.
“Don’t take this personally, Sophia. It’s just a rule I don’t break. If you mind the condoms so much, we can go see John Walter, together,” he stressed the word, “and have new STD exams done.”
“All right then,” she whispered, and turned toward the bathroom. Then a smile brightened her face, as she grabbed her iPhone before heading to her bathroom. “See you in a few minutes. You can use the other bathroom. It’s ready for you.”
“You also shower
