Alessandro’s point of view.
“f**k. We don’t have condoms,” I state right as I am about to start showing him Heaven, and his brows automatically furrow, but the frown disappears after less than 15 seconds of thinking.
“I'm clean. I always wear protection and I just had my six-month checkup. No problems here,” he says in a hopeful voice, making me smile because that means that he wants this as bad as I want him.
“Me too. I had my tests done four months ago, but I haven’t had any s****l encounters since then… so…” I give him my consent, and he looks at me surprised.
“Four months? But you can have anyone…” I think that my heart will stop functioning because of him.
“I’m very, very, very picky. If it’s not at least a nine, I don’t bother,” I say truthfully, and he smirks.
“I feel flattere
