Chapter Seventeen-Giselle

“Okay,” I say, and bite my lip as he joins me on the floor of the ridiculously large bathroom.

“It’s just, I know we haven't talked about it, but maybe we should,” I hedge and again I feel like a moron.

Safe sex is not something anyone should take for granted. I should have had this discussion before I ever touched him. And I am not proud I haven’t.

“Talked about what?”

Oh my God.

I can’t believe I am going to say this. But whatever. I’m an adult and if I am going to have sex with a man, I should be able to talk about it, right?

Just fucking spit it out, Sisi.

That’s what he said.

Shut up, I tell my inner asshole voice.

“Okay, so, we've been a little careless about protection,” I begin.

“Protection,” he repeats.

“Yeah. I mean, um, you know, condoms,” I say, and I watch his jaw tense as he grinds his teeth.

“Koukla—” he starts, but I won’t let him finish yet.