Chapter 145: Diha

Wednesday. MI5 Safe House. Brighton, United Kingdom.

DIHA SPUTTERED A LAUGH before she could consider Miles' question. "No."

Did he want her to be?

She froze.

Was the only reason he was into her was because he thought she was some sort of virginal woman?

"Oh, thank God," he muttered and pulled her to him, backing toward the bed.

"That's a good thing?" She struggled to think through the arousal.

"Honestly?" He looked down at her, his smile bright and hungry. "I wouldn't know what to do with a virgin."

"I'm fairly certain sex works the same regardless of virginity."

"Quite right." Miles froze.

"What?"

His smile faded into a shell-shocked expression.

"What?" she demanded.

"I don't-I mean, there isn't... I don't have... Fuck." He hung his head and his shoulders slumped.

"A condom?" She sputtered a laugh. He looked so horribly sad.

He peered up at her, a hopeful light in his eyes. "Do you...?"

She planted her hands on his chest and pushed.