Reluctant Companion: Futuristic Dark Romance
She spooned in a bit of green powder into her cup before drinking it in one long gulp.
Shaking her head, Madison started to hand back the cup. “I’ll stick with the wine.”
“Drink it, honey.”
She regarded Cleo with mistrust. “Is it drugged?”
Her friend laughed. “No, it’s contraceptive, honey.” She patted Madison’s hand not holding the cup. “You know, to prevent babies?”
“Oh.” They thought of everything, didn’t they? She was relieved for that, because the last thing she wanted was a permanent reminder of this evening. With a grimace, she chugged the awful stuff, wondering if it would have been improved with the sweet herb the other woman used.