“Are you on birth control?” I asked as I stared at her reflection. “No. Why?” she answered, her face frowned up with pleasure. “Because I don’t wanna pull out. I don’t think I can.” She bit her lip. “Then don’t.” She wasn’t supposed to say that. She was supposed to tell me I had to, and she was supposed to be adamant about that shit. This was no good. But it was so good.
Wow, that's irresponsible especially since you just met
