He went to his nightstand, where he produced fresh lube and condoms. It was a Christmas miracle! He tossed the boxes my way. They were in their pretty, fresh packaging. Hello, friends. “I got these recently,” he said. “How recent?” “On my way home the night we blew each other.” “You got lube and condoms after we said we weren’t going to have sex with each other?” “What can I say? I’m an optimist.”
