"Wyatt," Rae Bennett raised her hands high with joy, looking at the ring, "Now that we are getting our certificate, can we do it without condoms?"
Wyatt: "..."
"Can we? Can we?"
She looked utterly expectant.
"No need to be more——"
Wyatt let out a breath, "Rae Bennett."
Rae Bennett was a bit of a pervert.
Every time it was her safe period, she would act stubbornly, but Wyatt never indulged her on this matter.
She pouted, "You're being harsh on me."
"I'm not being harsh on you."
"You called me by my full name."
Wyatt took her hand, having measured for the ring size with a piece of string, worried it might not be accurate enough.
He adjusted it slightly. It wasn't too loose nor too tight, a perfect fit, "I want you to be serious. This is an art gallery."
He was a bit old-fashioned and felt that discussing sex in a place with a strong artistic atmosphere wasn't very appropriate.
Rae Bennett: "Oh."
She sure knew how to act meek.
