I smirk at the smoke coming out of Colin’s ears and decide to twist the knife. “Unless, of course, you’re worried about Seth not using a condom with me. Is that the kind of ‘unsafe’ activity you’re worried about? Because if that’s the case, if you’re asking me to promise to make Seth use a condom when he rails me, each and every night in Hawaii, and some mornings and lunch breaks, too, then okay, I promise.” Oh, man. He’s losing his mind. Which, of course, was my intended result.
Smoke an venom LOL
