(Damian)
I woke up to the feel of Alina curled against me. Her head was under my chin, her leg tangled with mine. Warm, close, perfect.
Then she stirred. Pulled back just enough to look at me.
"Morning," I said.
She blinked and frowned. "Did you wear a condom last night?"
I stilled. "No."
"What?" Her voice rose.
I sat up, leaning against the headboard. "No. I didn’t."
"You didn’t even ask me?"
"It just happened. I wasn’t thinking."
"Jesus, Damian," she muttered, throwing the blanket off and sitting up. "You could’ve gotten me pregnant. Or something worse."
"I didn’t. You’re safe."
"How do you know that?"
"Because I always used condoms with anyone else. Always. And I get tested. I’m clean."
"You expect me to just take your word for it?"
"Yeah. Because it’s the truth."
"That’
