“You need to get on birth control,” I tell her. I’ve been so careless lately, and now that I’ve felt her without a condom, there’s no going back. “I know. I keep meaning to make a doctor’s appointment, but it’s hard to get an appointment with student insurance.” “Sure, sure.” “Maybe later this week I can get in. I need to do it soon; you’re careless lately,” she says. “Careless? Me?” I scoff, trying not to panic. “You’re the one that keeps catching me off guard, and I can’t think straight.” “Oh please!” She giggles and leans her head back against the headrest. “Hey, if you want to ruin your
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Yikes. I mean I agree. But yikes.
