Chapter 33

Halfway into slumber, Terrell’s voice roused him. “Tomorrow, we should go into town.” With his lips grazing Dakota’s forehead, he spoke through locks of his hair.

“Groceries?” he asked sleepily.

Terrell nodded. “That, and…umm—” There was a pause as he seemed to choose his words carefully. “That, and there’s a clinic I was thinking maybe we could stop at. Get you checked out.”

The statement woke him up immediately. “Terrell, I’m fine.”

“I know you are. But I wanna make sure. If you’re sick, there’s medicine and treatments we can get you. And if you’re not—” He let out a sweet laugh. “Then we can celebrate!”

“You worried about me, or do you just have an aversion to latex?”

Terrell withdrew enough to make eye contact. “I don’t care about using condoms or not. I care about you. Of course I’m worried. I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.”

The confirmation sent warmth through his whole body. “Okay. We’ll go in the morning.”