Rinse and repeat.
Like rehearsal the day before a league rival game.
The onlyalloweddisruptions were when his security guard dropped off his cell – which he hasn’t checked since – and when our themed food arrived.
It’s like we’ve been trapped in our own little universe.
I love it.
And I would love it even more if I knew that this was more than just a fling.
More than just the once in a star date entry I’m pretty sure it is.
All of a sudden, he redirects his bright-eyed gaze to me, “You know what else I’ve never done?”
“Hm?”
“Banged without a rubber.”
His confession causes the corner of my lip to curl upward. “Me either.”
Relief unmistakenly bursts through his expression.
Yeah, weprobablyshould’ve covered this topic much sooner, but what can I say?
We were so caught up that it just…sort of…beamed elsewhere from our minds.
“You wanna know what else I’ve never done?” I sweetly precede, prepared to offer him additional reassurance. “Had an STD.”
His slender shoulders slink just the slightest to indicate gratitude. “Me either.”
“I’ve also never missed one of my birth control shots.”
“And I’ve never had an accidental pregnancy scare.”
“Doubt you’re about to start now.”
A small, amused grunt graces our ears.
“But…” the tone transitions to one of curiosity, “do youwantkids someday?”
“Definitely,” he discloses without hesitation. “You?”
“I think so.” Beaming at him continues. “Ya know. With the right dude.”
J.T. proudly grins as if knowing I’m implying him, hums, and drags a finger across the script on my left side, reading it out loud. “Don’t ever let life pass you by.”
“Incubus lyrics,” I happily proclaim.
“Your favorite band.”
“Correct.”
“Only followed-”
“Distantly followed.”
“-by Georgian ArKtecture.”
