After letting off his steam, Eason’s demeanor softened back to his usual calm self. “Men who stray can’t be trusted. They might bring diseases.”
I slumped onto the sofa, feeling defeated. “It seems rare to find a man who doesn’t stray. Even in places like schools, where you’d think there’d be higher standards, there are male teachers who do.”
As soon as I finished speaking, Eason started rummaging through his backpack. “What are you looking for?”
Before I could finish my question, he pulled out a medical report.
For some reason, my eyelids twitched.
It was Eason’s health report, including tests for sexually transmitted infections and genetic screenings, right at the top.
He said, “I haven’t been with anyone else.”
I admit, at that moment, I might have lost my mind. Otherwise, why would I have asked, “So you’re not going to stray in the future? You’ll be faithful to just me?”
How could I ask something like that when we don’t even have a real relationship?
I felt like I wanted to crawl into a hole and hide.
“From now on, I won’t be with anyone else,” Eason said.
His answer left me momentarily speechless. “Viola, your face is so red.”