The two of you had ran out a few weeks ago. He swore he’d get a new box, but then, two weeks and multiple intimate moments without a condom later, the beside drawer was still empty.

So you took it into your own hands.

Twelve boxes. Twelve boxes of condoms.

Some would argue that an unnecessary amount, you could argue you were just prepared.

Some were flavored, some were ribbed, one box would even glow in the dark.

You dumped the Amazon package onto the bed, grabbing one of the boxes and reading it, not bothering to turn around as the bedroom door opened.

“Doll, what is all this?” James voice called as he walked closer.