Her body had always been a machine. She never imagined it would become someone else’s spare part. She told him over dinner, halfway through a quiet evening at her apartment. He was curled on the couch, blanket around his shoulders, sipping tea.
“I got tested,” she said. “For compatibility.” He looked up slowly. She didn’t wait. “I’m a match, Aiden. A good one.” His mouth parted like he was about to speak—but no words came. She watched his eyes scan her face, looking for a catch. “You… got tested? Without telling me?”