" We can’t do this again,” she said, but she made no attempt to cover herself and neither did he. They lay there, snuggled, nude, in post-coital rapture. “I think we can do it again before morning,” he said. “No, this isn’t going to work. We’re not lovers, Sean. We’re ex-lovers. That’s why that went so well. That’s all it is.” “I doubt that’s all,” he replied. “Oh, that’s all. You and I had pretty much perfected it by the time we split up.” “Wanna bet?” he asked, covering her body with his. “We had it perfected the first time. I remember, and so do you.” Damned if he wasn’t right. She couldn’t see her way out of this mess. “We do have one little problem. I had that one condom, just for safekeeping. I don’t have another one.” She sighed in resignation that came too easily. “I might have a couple.” “That’s my girl.” “Don’t get your hopes up.” “Baby, everything is up.” * "
― Robyn Carr , Angel's Peak (Virgin River, #9)