“What’s your birth control situation?” She laughed like it was unexpected. “Yeah. I mean, I’m on it, that is.” “Preferred safeword?” “Uh.” She started to blush, and her fingers twitched to hide her face. “I don’t really have a preferred word.” “For us,” I said, nipping at the inside of her wrist. “Loser.” “Loser?” she asked, and I nodded. “Okay, loser it is.”
