~VANESSA~

Bryan froze, then looked down at me with clear irritation.

“A condom?” he said flatly. “For what?”

I craned my neck to look up at him. “For protection. Obviously.”

He let out a low, dirty chuckle. “You’re clean, aren’t you?”

“I’m clean,” I snapped.

“Then we don’t need it.”

“I’m not worried about me, you psycho,” I shot back. “I’m worried about you. You could be carrying some untreatable STD for all I know.”

He looked down at me, his ...