Excitement bubbles in my veins and I scramble to pull out the packet I bought and stashed in my wallet. “Um, here.” “Condoms?” he asks as he pulls his shirt over his head, exposing every gloriously lean inch. I’m obsessed with his dark freckles and beauty marks that decorate his skin, tempted to trace them all with my tongue. “Blaine, I’m negative. Never fuck without one. You?”
