“One second. I have a condom somewhere in my wallet.” “Ford, no.” I paused, looking at her. “If we’re together, then you don’t need one,” she said. “I’m on the pill. We’re both safe … right?” I nodded. “But, Sydney—” “Do you trust me? You know I’m not Rebecca.” She could tell I had hesitation. She assumed where that hesitation had come from. “Yes,” I replied. “Of course I do.” “Then, get over here.” “This demanding side of you,” I growled as our lips aligned, “I like it.”
