~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,”...