“You brought a condom?” I reach for the buckle of his belt. We’re outside. But we’re on his property, beneath his apple trees, with the ocean glittering behind the trunks. There’s nowhere else I want to do this. He watches me pull his belt clean out of the loops. “I’ve been carrying one around since you first asked me to help you.” “You have?” “I knew it was only a matter of time before I caved.”
