Otherwise I’d eat that before I tucked into everything else. I looked up in time to see him pick up a grocery bag and head for my kitchen with it safely in hand. All it really did was muffle the inevitable as I curled up like a turtle retreating into its shell and let the cushion take the brunt of my amusement. His own smile broke out across his face, and I grabbed a throw cushion to bury my face into because if I didn’t, I was going to explode into peals of uncontrollable laughter. The thought of him standing in a women’s health aisle buying sanitary products was just too much. The smile burst from me with a giggle that overtook my entire body. If that isn’t making you feel better, I don’t know what to tell you.” “And here I was, thinking you were coming to make me feel better.” “I know you told me not to come, but I’ve bullshitted your brother enough today that I figured I may as well come over and make the lies worth it.” I put two and two together.” He shrugged. It took all my self-control to bite back the laughter that threatened to bubble up. “Thank fuck for that, because there was a lot of colored packages in that aisle, and I was starting to feel like I was on the boat in Willy Wonka's damn factory.” My lips pulled to one side as I stared at the little packet in his hand. I pushed myself up to sitting and crossed my legs. “I wasn’t going to ask a man.” He met my eyes. “You asked a woman in Walgreens about sanitary pads?” “That’s what the woman in Walgreens said.” He looked down at the green cube and frowned. I rolled my eyes, and he took that as his cue because one by one, he unloaded things from his grocery bags. I see no reason to change the system now.” She wants to curse the world and damn all reproductive systems forever. No woman will ever be ready for a male savior when she’s on her period. And don’t worry, I went to Dartree Mountain so nobody saw me.” He grinned. He held up two brown paper bags in triumph. “What on Earth makes you say this is a good idea?” His gaze darted across my body before he shrugged. “My uterus is staging a coup and trying to murder me.” “Why are you-you said you didn’t feel well.” Confusion marred his handsome features, clouding his gaze. The occasional rock back and forth to try and coax the muscles into relaxing. Head flat on a pillow, ass up in the air, thighs drawn as close to my stomach as I could get them, and my arms wrapped around my clenching lower stomach. I was in the universal period pain position. I turned my head to the side and stared at him. “I’ve told you about-what are you doing?” Damn my terrible habit of forgetting to lock my doors during the day.Īll right, fine, I was awful at locking my doors all the time.
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