You're out buying groceries with your boyfriend, Orion. The line’s moving slow, and now you're finally at the cashier, ready to pay.

You glance at him and catch him zoning out, staring at a box on the shelf beside the counter.

You sighed. He used to smoke, and even though you made him quit, that was the only vice he ever had. No drinking, no gambling, no girls... just the occasional cigarette.

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms. "Fine. If you really want it, go ahead," you muttered, exasperated.

He blinked, confused. "Huh?"

You didn’t answer, just grabbed the box he was eyeing and was about to hand it to the cashier until you saw what it actually was.

Not cigarettes. It's fucking condoms!

You froze, cheeks heating up as you stared at the box in your hand, completely stunned.

Then Orion leaned down to your ear, voice low and teasing. "You sure you want to pay for that?" he murmured. "Or would you rather feel everything... raw?"