Chapter 7: December 1, 2004

The next time Rory Daniels met Megan Green, it was in 2004, right after December ticked over. The accident had happened in November—just as Megan had predicted—and Rory noted that the report of the boiler was the same building that Tyrone’s lab was in. And had Tyrone been in his lab at that time?

Tyrone was being tight-lipped about the whole thing, and Rory surmised that time-travel shenanigans were at play. He knew better than to ask.

It was about three in the afternoon, the sun low on the horizon, and Rory was sitting in the living room watching sports. Tyrone was also back from campus, sitting in his room working on something on his computer.

There was a knock at the door, and Rory—figuring it to be Megan, since he was starting to gather that she had a distinctive pattern that she knocked—got up and opened it. His expectation was correct: it was Megan, and she had a child standing with her. “Hey there,” she said with a smile.

“Hey,” he said, looking down.

“Hi daddy!” the child said. He looked to be about three, though Rory wasn’t exactly good at estimating those things.

“Xavier?” Rory asked, glancing between the two.

“In one,” Megan said, pointing a finger at him for a moment. The two of them were wearing coats surprisingly appropriate for the weather. She was also wearing a long black skirt over black leggings and a long-sleeved red shirt, wedding ring on her finger; Xavier was in a sweater and jeans. “Mind if we come in?”

“Be my guest,” Rory said, opening the door.

“When are we?” Megan asked as they entered and she helped Xavier get his coat off.

“December 2004. Post-accident. You?”

“January 2009. Pre-vasectomy?”

He nodded as Xavier wandered off to explore the house. “I uh ... we’re not exactly child-proofed around here.”

“He’ll be fine.” After Megan got her own coat and scarf off, she leaned forward and gave him a kiss. “I always forget how young you look this early.”

Rory heard Tyrone’s door open, and moments later Tyrone walked into the living room. “Oh, hi Megan,” he said, aiming for the kitchen.

“Unky Tyrone!” Xavier exclaimed from his perch on the couch. He lept off and dashed into Tyrone’s arms—and Tyrone’s confused expression.

“Uh, good to see you again?” he said, glancing up at Megan and Rory.

“Xavier. Two and a half years,” Megan explained.

Tyrone nodded, and scooped Xavier up into a huge hug, laughing.

“It’s been a while since we’ve seen you,” Rory said, gesturing towards the couch. Megan smiled at him and plopped down, glancing at the TV. Rory joined her, their hands clasping. “Not since uh ... August?”

Tyrone gave Megan a look, just for a moment. Like he had seen her sooner than that. She seemed not to notice, and Rory again wondered what sorts of time travel shenanigans had been involved in the accident. “So this is my first visit after the Accident?” Megan asked, now giving a glance at Tyrone.

“Yep. And that visit in August was when he—” Rory pointed at Xavier, who had unattached himself from Tyrone and was back to wandering around the living room looking at everything. “—was only a few weeks old and you slept all day.”

She laughed. “Goddess, I needed that so much. How are you doing, Doctor Williams? Dissertation still on track?”

“There was a ... small setback,” he said, wandering to the chair in the living room and sitting in it. “But it shouldn’t impact my research too much. I should be fine.” Rory found the question interesting; wouldn’t she already know that? Or was she just making small talk?

“Good,” she said. “Xavier, don’t touch that!”

Admonished, Xavier wandered over to where Rory and Megan were sitting and climbed into his lap. “Bouncy!” he demanded.

Confused, Rory looked over at Megan, who put a hand in front of her mouth as she laughed.

“Bounce your knees. Jeeze, even I know that!” Tyrone said, also laughing. “You never did any lap-bouncing rhymes?”

Rory shrugged, holding on to his son as he began to bounce his knees. Xavier giggled.

“You don’t know any rhymes yet?” Megan wondered.

“Rhymes?”

“Let me show you,” Tyrone said. “Xavier, can you come to Uncle Tyrone?”

After a few more bounces, a giggling Xavier did just that, climbing into Tyrone’s lap. “Bouncy bouncy!” he demanded.

Tyrone started bouncing his knees, saying, “Ride a little pony down to town. Just be careful and don’t fall doooooown!” He held onto Xavier’s midsection and tipped him over for a moment.

Rory just about jumped off of the couch to catch the child, then he realized that he was giggling and asking for more.

“Calm down, sweetie,” Megan said, snuggling up against him. “He does this all the time. He’ll be fine.”

“So, I know it’s a little early, but are you staying for dinner?” Rory wondered. “We haven’t had Bamboo Wok in a while...”

Megan frowned. “Goddess, that’s tempting, especially with them closing. But these days, if I get unstuck with the kid, I prefer getting back as quickly as I can, hopefully keeping his schedule close enough. It really is a damned inconvenience.”

“So it’s just the one, still?” Tyrone asked, paying attention now that Xavier had wandered off to picking up a video game controller. “Whoa, careful there little man,” he said, a hand outstretched.

Megan giggled, a touch of blush on her face. “Well, Rory here gets a vasectomy a little after Xavier is born, soooooo...”

Rory blinked. “Isn’t that spoilers?”

“As long as she doesn’t give a date, you should be fine,” Tyrone said, then looked at Megan. “And since you have more than one kid, all of them were conceived at times you jumped back.”

“This little guy was forward,” Megan said as Xavier rushed her legs and gave her a hug there; she placed a hand on his back. “But the other two pregnancies are—will be—backwards, yeah. At least, that’s what I’ve surmised.”

“I think I can confirm that it’s true for the twins,” Rory said, speaking delicately. He didn’t want to accidentally veer into spoilers territory.

Tyrone’s gaze swung to him, a combination of surprise and disgust. “You know, I think I know way too much about your sex life, dude.”

Megan also looked at him, confused. “Oooooooh?”

Rory shrugged, smiling. “I’m married—uh, will be married, I guess?—to a time traveler. What did you expect?”

Tyrone rolled his eyes. “Alright then. Megan, I’m guessing you want some privacy?”

“I was actually hoping,” she said, an apologetic smile on her face. “That you could maybe take Xavier out back and play with him outside for a while? I’ll come collect him when I’m done, I promise.” She laughed. “I don’t exactly want him getting lost in time.”

Rory suddenly figured out what they were talking about, and was a little surprised that in so short a time, his housemate and his future wife also had such a good friendship. Had she seen him some times that Rory didn’t know about?

Was Tyrone also helping her get back whenever she got unstuck?

Tyrone stroked his chin, thinking for a few moments as Xavier climbed on the couch and sprawled across his parents’ laps. “Yeah, sure,” he said finally. “Though you owe me big time.”

She smiled at him. “I already do, Doctor Williams. You have no idea.”

He chuckled. “I think I do. Alright kid, let’s go explore some of the trees in the back yard!” Rory frowned, confused—something had definitely happened between the two of them. But Tyrone was already scooping Xavier up. Megan also got up to help get his coat on, and soon the two of them were out the back door, giggling and playing outside.

Rory also stood up, walking over to Megan. She turned to him, getting close. “Hey,” she said in a sultry voice. His hands found her hips—her curves were there, from having one child, even if he knew how much more she would grow into them with the next.

“Hey,” he replied.

“Something wrong?”

He pulled away. “Just ... you and Tyrone. You seem like such good friends and...”

“And what?” She reached forward, taking his hand, concern dripping from her voice. “I’m sorry, just ... there aren’t many people who know about me, and because he’s your best friend, I’ve also gotten to know him over the years, and we’ve become good friends, because we always seem entangled—”

“How good a friend?” Rory wondered. “Has he ever helped you—”

“No.” The word was quite firm and final. “I am yours, now and forever, Rory, tied in the knot that I am.” She looked up at him, clasping his other hand, her entire body focused on him. There was a passion in her eyes, an earnestness. If she was lying, she was doing a damn good job of it.

As though she still sensed his unease, she pushed herself up, planting a kiss on his lips.

“But if you’re not up for a quickie, I’m more than willing to just get myself off,” she suggested, a frown tugging at her lips.

He let go of her hand, wrapping his arm around her waist, bringing her close to him. “No, it’s fine,” he said, the warmth of her body so absolutely intoxicating. He felt his cock stirring, and pushed it against her, wanting to make his point. “My room?” He asked, his voice low, leaning in to kiss her.

“Mmhmm,” she mumbled into the kiss, breaking away with a seductive smiling, leading him back to his bedroom. “Though I’m not going to want to get undressed much. I’m serious—right after I cum, I’m going to need to get out there and get Xavier before I pop back.”

“That’s fine,” he said, glancing around the room. “So uh...”

“Clear your desk?” she wondered, spending an extra moment looking at the day-by-day calendar sitting on it. “Your bed’s too low.”

He got the hint and quickly pushed everything to one side, so she had plenty of space to bend over the desk. Meanwhile, she hiked up her skirt then pulled down her leggings, revealing a neatly trimmed bush.

“Should I use a condom?” he wondered, remembering the pack that was sitting in the nightstand, that he had thought to buy months earlier.

“That defeats the point, sweetie,” she said with a laugh. “But use some lube; I’m not as warmed up as I’d normally like to be.”

As she positioned herself, planting her hands on the desk, he grabbed the lube from his nightstand and—after pushing his pants down—lubed up his dick, bringing it to further hardness in his hand. “You really are in a hurry, aren’t you?”

“Tyrone won’t be able to entertain Xavier forever,” she replied, closing her eyes as he positioned himself behind her. He pushed up her skirt, and she bent further forward, and he guided his still-getting-hard cock to her labia. She spread her legs, and with a little prodding, he found her channel, and began to slowly stroke in and out, gripping her hips, also thankful for the lube. “Mmm, yes,” she gasped.

He was definitely hard as he felt her body reacting to his small thrusts. “You need to stop by more often.”

“Be careful what you ... wish for...” she said as his thrusts started getting deep. “Oh, fuck me, Rory. No making love this time ... fuck me hard and make me cum!”

He teased her for just a moment, holding back his thrusts, letting himself settle in her—and then thrust deep, burying himself to the balls. “Ohhh god,” he groaned. “I hope you’re okay that I don’t have a condom on, because I haven’t jacked off in a week, and there’s no way I’m pulling out.”

“I wouldn’t want it any other way,” she replied. “Now fuck me!”

Obliging her, he pulled out all the way to his tip, then thrust deep, eliciting an approving moan. Again he pulled out, then thrust in. A third time: out, in.

She was already moaning in pleasure, her hands balling up into fists. He quickened his pace, pushing over and over into her.

“Goddess you’re so good at this,” she moaned, her breath quickening.

He leaned over, trying to push himself deeper as he rammed into her, his thrusts coming with more and more urgency. His own self-denial was leading to a very quick release. “I’m gonna ... cum soon...” he grunted.

“Me ... too...” she gasped back. “Give ... me ... a ... daughter... !”

He’d kind of figured it before, from the hints and guesses, but that left no doubt: this was another baby-making session, and the idea of seeing her pregnant again—of knowing that he was going to put yet another baby in her—only served to heighten his own pleasure. His own urgency. He was barreling into her now, hard and fast, trying to drive himself as deep into her as he absolutely could.

“Oh!” she gasped, followed by a deep moan: “Ohhhhhhhhhh!” Her pussy walls began to milk his cock, and he couldn’t handle it anymore. He pushed into her one last time, right up against her cervix, and let himself go.

Groaning, a week’s worth of pent-up frustration poured out into her. She moaned back her pleasure, the two of them coupled on his desk.

He would never think of it the same way again.

He wondered if she had thought of this moment in the times in her future she’d been in this room.

They came down from their orgasmic highs, panting, and she started to stand up, pushing him off of her. He got the hint and pulled out, a large glob of cum following.

“Not much time,” she said breathlessly, quickly pulling her underwear and leggings back up, then dropping her skirt down and trying to rearrange herself. She smiled at Rory and gave him a peck, then practically dashed to the front door.

A little dazed—and sex-drunk—he followed her to the front door as she put on her shoes, grabbed her coat, picked up her purse, did a glance to make sure she wasn’t leaving anything behind, and was out the front door with nary a blown kiss.

He also slipped on his shoes, stepping outside without a coat. It was cold, but he was expecting to be outside for only a moment. He walked around the house, following Megan.

In the back yard, Tyrone was playing some sort of tag with Xavier—though at his age, it was more of a “chase Uncle Tyrone” sort of tag—and the two of them were laughing.

“Come on, Xavier!” Megan called. “Time to go home!”

“Already home!” the child called back, giggling.

She rolled her eyes and marched over to him. Tyrone had gotten serious, taking a step back, knowing the urgency of her orders. Rory shared a glance and a shrug with him—and could not get out of his head the idea that she was being a mom with a load of his sperm buried deep inside of her. Was this actually the time their second child was conceived? Did Megan actually know enough about her own timeline to know that? Or would there be more attempts, like most couples?

Megan scooped Xavier up and smiled at Tyrone. “Thanks. Can you say bye-bye, Xavier?”

Tyrone waved, trying to make the point. Rory also waved, as Megan continued to encourage Xavier to wave.

Finally he did. “Bye! Bye!” he said, waving—

And then they were gone.

“This is going to be a much more common occurrence, isn’t it?” Tyrone asked as they started walking back into the house.

“I think so. There was an accident two weeks ago or so, and I think that’s caused her to show up more often.”

“That probably makes sense,” he replied. “Even if none of this makes any sense, sometimes.”

“You’re the physicist,” Rory said with a laugh, teasing.

“And this shit is complicated!” he replied. “And she doesn’t always give good answers.”

“Trust me, I know exactly what you mean.”

They got to the front door and right as Rory reached to open it, it opened from the inside, startling him. Who else would—

“What are you doing out there without a coat?”

It was Megan, though he gauged that she was a little older this time around. Closer to after-two-children. Long-sleeve green shirt, jeans. Wedding ring on her finger. “Uh...” Rory said, taken aback.

“Alright, that’s enough for one day,” Tyrone said, rolling his eyes and shaking his head. “Are you going to want some privacy, too? Another quick one?”

“Nnnnooooo,” she said, drawing out the syllable, looking at him with a frown. “September 2011, thanks for asking.”

“Oh, December 2004. Post-accident, pre-vasectomy. Your ... younger self just left,” Rory said, then added, “With Xavier.”

She nodded, rolling her eyes up as she thought about it. “Okay, that’s interesting. Uh, why don’t you both come inside out of the cold?” She stepped back from the door and the two of them obliged.

“What’s interesting?” Rory wondered.

“Spoilers, I bet,” Tyrone added, grumbling under his breath.

“Why are you so mad?” He was not expecting this quick of a turn in his housemate. “You were happy just a moment ago—”

“I was looking forward to a day working on my dissertation, dealing with my current problem, and instead, I have to be more of a dad to your future kids than you are!” Tyrone’s voice stayed level, but it was clear he wasn’t happy. “You get to just have lots of fun making them, and then I have to spend time watching them!”

“That’s not fair, Doctor Williams, and you know it,” Megan said lightly, holding one arm across her body: defensive, yet vulnerable.

“I’m not a doctor yet! And if you keep doing this, I won’t be!”

Megan sucked on her lip a moment, obviously hurt. Rory tried reaching for her dangling hand, and she shook her head at him. It was the least affectionate he’d seen her; what was going on?

“Fuck this, I’m going to get some Bamboo Wok and clear my head!” he said, stomping off to his room. Megan looked after him, concerned, then glanced around, as though looking for a clock.

“Everything okay?” Rory asked.

“No. Yes. Don’t worry about it,” she said, shaking her head at him.

Tyrone stomped back into the room—obviously with wallet now in his pocket—and grabbed his coat. “Actually, Doc—Tyrone?” Megan asked, a waver in her voice. “I know you’re really mad at me right now for showing up, but do you mind if I come with you? I ... I have an errand I’d like to run while you’re out, if it’s not too much trouble?”

He stared at her, frowning. “What are the three Greek letters I’m thinking of?”

She blinked a moment, tilting her head. “Uh ... gamma, eta, tau, I think? It’s been a while since you went over them with me.”

He rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Get in the damn car.” And stepped out of the door.

Megan gave Rory a smile and a small wave, and then disappeared out the door after Tyrone, not even bothering to close it.

With a sigh—a very confused, belabored sigh—Rory closed the door while his future wife and housemate got in a car together. Obviously pre-arranged in the future, but it didn’t do much to assuage his—

“Going somewhere?”

What the hell.

He turned, and there was yet another Megan. Summer clothes, this time: a blue t-shirt and a black thigh-length skirt. Wedding ring. “December 2004. Post-accident, pre-vasectomy,” he said, more automated than anything. His mind was spinning.

She blinked, then glanced over at the wall, as though expecting something there. “Oh! Uh, well, that explains why the kid suddenly got quiet! I was wondering!” She looked at his confused expression. “Right, July 2008.” She rolled her eyes up, thinking. “Wait, December 2004? What date?”

“The first.”

“Does that make me the first to visit since the accident?” she wondered.

He sighed. “No. You were here earlier today.”

“Really? Huh.” She brightened up. “We must be starting to get into the Spaghetti Years from your perspective!”

“I think that comes later,” he said with a shrug. “After we meet in real life. But right now, it definitely feels like a spaghetti day.”

She frowned, stepping forward to embrace him. “I’m sorry to hear about that. Anything I can do to help?”

He leaned on her, resting his head against her body, basking in her affection. “And Tyrone is mad at me because of you ... existing. And now I think...” He realized something. “Well, fuck. Your future self is with Tyrone, and though they’re out for a while, it won’t be too long, so you can’t actually hang around long and...”

“That’s okay,” she said, holding him. “I mean, I would love to spend more time away from my child, but I got a very healthy dose of that a few days ago by my time, so I’m here for whatever you need.” She kissed him lightly. “Want to cuddle on the bed and make out, like old times? Or uh, I guess future times for you.”

He nodded. “Let’s.”

She held him a few extra seconds, then pulled away in that inimitable way she had, leading him back to his bedroom.

As she entered, she wrinkled her nose, and Rory realized the room still stank of sex. “Uh...” she started, looking at him.

He sighed. “Spaghetti day, okay?” He glanced over at the desk, still a complete jumble of things from when he had cleared it enough to fuck older-Megan over it.

“Poor thing,” she said, leading him to the bed. She kissed him deep, then, melting her body against his. He returned the kiss, and soon the two of them were in bed together, naked, hands all over each other, tongues playing, bodies simply enjoying themselves.

But hands started straying closer and closer to the forbidden areas, and soon he was playing with her breasts, and she grabbed his cock, still sticky from his earlier activities. “Uh...” she began again. “More spaghetti day?”

“I promise, it was all you,” he said with a laugh. “I want you to be mine, now and forever.”

“Tsk, tsk,” she said, squeezing his cock and giving him a twinkle in her eye. “You’ll need to give me a proper proposal after we meet in the main timeline.”

“Whenever that is,” he grumbled.

“You’ve got a few years,” she replied. “Enjoy what you have now.” She kissed him, stroking him back up to full hardness—which their naked play had already mostly done.

His hand found her furrow and also began to play, and soon she was moaning against his fingers, her eyes closed as she gripped him tightly with her free hand. “You’re so good at that, Rory,” she gasped. “But I want more than fingers in me.”

“Your wish is my command,” he said, fully aware that they probably didn’t have a whole lot of time left—their make-out session had been rather lengthy—and that having cum once already, it was going to be harder to go a second time.

He pulled away from her a moment, positioning himself above her. “Oh, condom,” she said.

“Huh?”

“Condom. You’re pre-vasectomy, right? I don’t want to get pregnant right now, so that’s the best option.” She frowned. “You... do have condoms, right?”

He sighed, falling to the bed and opening the nightstand, facing away from her as he did so. “Yes, I do. And lube, if we need that?”

“I think I’m plenty wet, but it can’t hurt,” she replied. Then a few moments later, she added sheepishly, “Sorry.”

“It’s why I got them,” he replied. “Well, Tyrone got the lube—you asked him to do that, I think. Will ask him? This makes my head swim.”

She laughed. “I would say spoilers, but I haven’t actually done that yet in me-time, so that’s good to know.”

He paused, running through his memory of his times with her. The lube had come up when she actually got pregnant with the twins, so that was what, 2012 she’d said? So she knew it was there. But there were only two times before that: one where she was pregnant with the first, and the other where she had the newborn. But this was after those two occurrences, which meant that a future-her would go back and ... interact with Tyrone, but not him?

“Everything okay?” Her question brought him out of his reverie—he started to understand why she did the rolling-eyes thing when she thought about dates—and he realized he had a very naked woman beside him.

He needed to keep a notebook, just to keep it straight. One he could never, ever let her read—she had warned him about it, after all. But there he could also write down all the secret phrases and clues and triggers, trying to piece together a timeline so he wouldn’t have to think about it so much.

Her hand touched him, and he pushed those thoughts to the side. “Yeah. Just feeling what you probably feel, when it comes to not having a clue what’s going on in time.”

She laughed. “It will get worse. Trust me. But we love each other, and we’ll figure it out.” She kissed his shoulder lightly.

“It’s just weird, because I know you were there but didn’t run into me, so I just—”

“Sweetie, I’ve become very good at getting myself off quickly, even when I’m not exactly my most horny,” she said, running her hands up and down his back. “And time is ... complicated. There are sometimes reasons for what I do that just ... only make sense years later. I’m knotted, and sometimes I feel absolutely bound by my own destiny.”

“Same,” he replied. “I keep wondering if I’m going to break the space-time continuum or something.”

“Well, if you’re right, and a future-me is going to be back here soon, then we probably ought to get to it so we don’t.” She reached around, grabbing his cock—which had started to get flaccid from the discussion. “Also, I’m horny as hell and want you in me. Fuck me now, and talk to that future-me about everything, okay? Still me, just later.”

He laughed, her touch having its desired effect. “Do you want to put on the condom?”

“I’d be happy to,” she said, her hand still wrapped around him, taking the packet and opening it, then sliding it down his steadily-growing cock. “Protect myself from all those baby-making sperms. I’ve already had one baby because I popped to a time you hadn’t had a vasectomy yet. No need to add another.”

“Uh,” he said, squirting some lube and—with her help—coating it on his condom-wrapped dick.

“Yes, I know, there’s two more in my future,” she said with a laugh. “Just not right now.” She kissed the back of his neck. “Please?”

He took the hint and turned around, once again getting on top of her on the bed. She yielded, falling to her back, smiling up at him as he guided himself into her, sinking in with just a few thrusts.

“Oh god, that feels good every time you do it,” she moaned, arching her back. She smiled, brushing a lock of his hair out of the way. “You’re so young right now, and you’re so handsome. I can’t imagine being with anyone but you.” She leaned in, kissing him.

He kissed her back, keeping his dick buried inside of her. The condom was ... not the greatest, especially since he’d already cum once that day. But he was hard, and she was passionate, and slowly he began to pull out, then push back in—and was rewarded with throaty moans.

Her hands held his back, and he kept a slow, steady rhythm, letting himself build up. He realized that with her condition, he didn’t actually need to cum—only she did. He could theoretically get her off with fingers or mouth—why hadn’t he thought of that yet?

Why hadn’t she suggested it yet?

“That feels so good, Rory,” she moaned, making him concentrate once again on his rhythm, drilling into her steadily. She flashed him a smile. “It’s one of the things ... mmm ... I appreciate about you ... ohh yes, right there ... and being a ... yessss ... time traveler.”

He slowed down, confused. “What’s that?”

“It’s always different with you.” She panted softly, also taking a quick break. “Your technique changes over time—and that’s not a bad thing. I like it, after all.” She kissed him gently. “But right now, keep doing what you were doing, because I want to cum.”

He thrust deep; she pushed her head back, closing her eyes, and he snaked in, starting to kiss her neck, moving to nibble on her ear as he continued his deep, regular rhythm.

“Yes, just like that,” she moaned, her body tensing up. “Goddess, yes! Yes!”

He couldn’t help it, and started going faster, feeling—despite the quick turnaround and the condom—his own need rising. She was just too sexy beneath him. He held onto her tighter, starting to pound.

“Oh goddess! Oh goddess!” she moaned, her eyes screwed shut, her legs up and entwined around him. “Oh—” Her breath caught, and she convulsed under him, groaning loudly.

It wasn’t enough to bring him over the edge, but he kept pounding relentlessly, seeking his own release.

“Oh goddess! Oh goddess!” she returned to moaning, her voice getting louder. He didn’t think she could hold him any tighter, but she did. And he moved even faster in her, that familiar feeling growing in his loins. Not long.

“Gonna ... cum...” he grunted.

“Uh-huh,” she gasped, moaning around him. “Oh—” Her breath caught again, another groan escaping her lips, louder than before.

With his own guttural moan, he pushed deep, blasting the inside of the condom as he also came. If it weren’t for that thin layer of latex, he imagined he probably would have knocked her up again with how much it felt like he came.

Soon, they were a panting, sweaty mess on the bed together, and she pet him on the back a few times. “Off, please,” she suggested. “And grab the sex towel?”

He obliged, unhappy to be out of her, but realizing he needed to be before the condom leaked. He grabbed it and pulled it off—tossing it in the trash—then handed her the sex towel from its place under his bed. “Even though I didn’t cum in you?”