“Why don’t you have condoms?” What the hell am I saying? “I—I thought a man like you would be prepared for anything.” “Why would I . . .” “How many women have you been with since New York?” she asked before he found his voice to finish his words. “I—I need to know.” She felt him closing in on her but couldn’t turn around to meet his gaze. She cursed herself for asking the question because she knew. His silence said it all, and she held back the tears that threatened to fall. Had she actually thought that he hadn’t been with another woman since her? That she’d been his last, same as he’d been
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