Ian left the bar with an overly friendly woman whose name he had not bothered to learn. He did not want to kiss her, but it did not stop the woman from rubbing her lips on any part of his exposed skin that she could reach. As a man, Ian appreciated the attention but as a responsible adult, who had never had a one-night stand, he was nervous.
Maybe it was because Mina had recently asked to get tested and had even run away so she could ensure the results were untampered with, or maybe it was something else, but Ian could not help but to imagine a rash growing where the woman's lips touched him. He remembered his father telling him that every time he kissed a woman, he would also be kissing every person that woman had kissed before him.
"No kissing," Ian whispered, and the woman nodded, but not before she dragged her tongue along the side of his neck. Ian felt himself react and he pulled the giggling woman into his waiting car.
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