Cinda showered under the hot, steady stream of water, parts of her ached terribly from her and Gabe last night and this morning. Parts of her she’d forgotten could ache at that. Washed her hair and let the hot water relax her, but couldn’t stop smiling though. Even before he’d left, he’d been pressed up against her, humping her like he wanted to go again. Did the man even need sleep or rest? She got out of the shower and opened her mirrored cabinet and reached for her toothpaste, and it dawned on her as she went to reach for her contraceptive pill, and it wasn’t there, had been in her apartment when it burned down, hadn’t replaced them, didn’t need to she wasn’t sleeping with anyone, so hadn't concerned herself with them, really thought about that hadn't used them in a long time, with Ja