I try not to let my completely irrational anger show on my face, but I guess I fail because she rolls her eyes. “Women are allowed condoms now, you know. It’s not 1950.” I rub my nose along her jawline, and jealous heat coils in my chest. When the fuck did I become this guy? “I know that. But I hate the thought of you ever wanting to use them with anyone but me.” She wraps her arms around my neck, her lips twitching with a smirk. Looks like my girl enjoys it when I’m possessive. “Well, I didn’t and I don’t. The girls bought them for me after my divorce, and the box is still sealed. Satisfied?”
