I smiled and kissed her. "That sounds reasonable," I whispered.
"Do you want to put on a condom?" she asked.
"No," I replied, making her eyes widen. "But I have to. If you and I have a baby together, it will be because it's what we both want to do—not because we got turned on and couldn't control ourselves."
"I—I think I love you," she stammered.
Her eyes immediately widened in fear, but I smiled and kissed her. "I think I love you too," I whispered. "We're smart people," I added, getting up to get that condom. "I'm sure we'll figure it out."
I was glad that condom didn't break like the previous one had. The way Patricia wrapped her legs around me and held me to her, I would never have been able to pull out. I loved everything about this experience; the way she kissed me, the way her
