Chapter 89

“I, uh, don’t have condoms in my locker. I wasn’t expecting this tonight. Or any other night. I don’t think I want to leave the UPC code from a box of those in Carrie’s locker.”

“Ah. Well, would you believe I have several boxes in my satchel?”

I smiled. “I’ll believe it. I’ll probably also ask you why.”

“Well, on Saturday, I usually drop off a hefty supply at the health center in Litchfield County. A lot of teenagers go in there, teenagers, who, despite their bravado about sex and life in general, are sometimes too shy to buy condoms.”

“You’re a good man.”

“You think sixty are enough?” Patrick opened his satchel to show me half a dozen boxes with ten in each.

“Depends how good you are.”

He was good. More importantly, he was careful and tender once we got onto the bed. Side by side, our naked bodies molded together. The kisses he offered were noisy and wet, with his mouth on mine the whole time, his arms around me, and my toes at his shins, because he was taller.