" I haven’t got any condoms!” I blurted out. Mortified, I clapped a hand over my mouth. I could almost feel the breeze of the stable door slamming shut as the horse flicked its tail in contempt and cantered merrily down the street.
Sean was laughing at me. “Okay, unexpected but to the point. I like that in a bloke.”
Oh God. “I mean, I thought… Just in case we… Not that I was making any presumptions, that would be, um, presumptuous. And I wouldn’t want to, well, presume…”
A rough-skinned hand stroked my face. It was blessedly cool against my heated skin. “Got it. No presuming. Wouldn’t dream of it. You know. Presuming you’d presumed.”
“You must think I’m utterly ridiculous.”
He laughed again. “Well, I wouldn’t say utterly. "

― J.L. Merrow , Caught! (The Shamwell Tales, #1)