“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.