I still don't know if Rhodes and I are perfect for one another, but it's in these moments that it doesn't matter. All that matters is that we are here together, sharing these beautiful moments with one another. And if at the end of it all I realize that he was a bad choice, then I know where the blame lies—in the touch of his hands and the sweetness in his kisses.
I slide my hands out of his hair down to his belt buckle, trying to quickly undo it. I feel Rhodes's breathy chuckle against my neck as I curse at my fumbling fingers, struggling to unhook the button after sliding the belt out from around his waist.
My body is swept up from underneath me as Rhodes walks me backward toward the edge of the bed. My back lands on the bed and Rhodes takes a moment to gaze at me before climbing onto the bed and hovering over me.
"You know, you really should get on the pill so I can stop using these fuckers," Rhodes suggests with a smirk as he takes a condom out of the bedside drawer.
"I already am on the pill," I mumble quietly, the look on his face is one of elation and astonishment.
"You're what? I've been using condoms this whole time and you've been on the pill?!" His shocked tone makes me giggle as I shrug my shoulders.
"You never asked! And I thought you should always use both, you know, just in case..." I trail off; I don't feel like talking about unwanted pregnancies and STDs right about now. I'm still craving him; he needs to stop being distracted.
"Yeah, if you're strangers, but we aren't strangers, baby," he points out. "Is it okay if we don't use one?" he asks as he leans his head down to press soft, wet kisses along my chest. I nod my head and tangle my hands into his hair, letting out a soft moan as his tongue flicks over one of my nipples.