He set her down and strode directly to the bedside cabinet, bent over, and with a whoosh, pulled open the drawer and rummaged for something.
With a "rip," he tore open the neat little package.
She awoke in alarm, "What are you getting?"
His eyes held a teasing glint as he held up the transparent latex object between his fingers, swaying it in front of her, "Don't you know what this is?"
Of course, she knew what it was.
But tonight, she didn't want him to use it!
"You... you don't have to use it," she blurted out.
With those words, he became even more certain of her intent.
His gaze sharpened, he raised an eyebrow, and lifted her chin with his hand, his piercing eyes making it impossible for her to hide her thoughts as he deliberately said,
"The condom was your idea, I'm just respecting your wishes."
She fidgeted with her clothes, "Don't you dislike using this? Then let's not use it."
"Aren't you the one who doesn't want children?"
