Eva

"Why won't you trust me?" I asked, frustration seeping into my voice. "I don't even know what you're insinuating."

Thelma rose from her seat, a sly grin spreading across her face. "I don't trust you, Eva. That's why I'll give you this."

She dug through her bag, producing a small sachet of condoms and offering it to me. I took it hesitantly, studying the object in my hands as if it were a foreign entity.

"Have you not seen a condom before?" she teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

I felt my face heat up, the warmth spreading to the tips of my ears.

"Stay out of this," I...