After I Left, He Regretted Everything

Rod and I were in the middle of things when I reached for the nightstand drawer. My fingertips closed around a cardboard box.

Not the brand I kept there.

I held up the unopened box of condoms and looked at him：

“Where did these come from?”

His eyes flickered. Then he dipped his head and kissed my neck, his voice muffled：

“I was ordering delivery from the convenience store yesterday and threw those in to hit the minimum. Never used them. Just figured I'd try a different brand.”

He tried to pick up where he left off. I pressed my hand flat against his chest：

“Go take a shower first.”