"I've never done it before," Desmond mumbles in a low voice, almost a whisper.
I furrow my brows, annoyed that I can't see his face. "What, having sex? Stop claiming to be some sort of virgin Mary and just get on with it whilst I'm still wet for you, big guy."
"No, I mean having sex without a condom. I've only ever done it with the plastic on."
That manages to catch me off guard. I bite my bottom lip, loving that fact a little too much for someone who hasn't professed her love back to him. He hasn't done it without a condom before he says. Won't letting him do it without one make me his first in a sense.
"So, you don't wanna do it?"
"Yes—I mean no, fuck no, Leilani. I'm very much excited to finally do it without a condom, especially with you. You're the only woman who managed to patronize my mind since I was in high school. You might not believe me but this feels like a fucking dream right now. I might need you to pinch me a little so I realize I'm awake."
His words melt me.
