“Cramps? Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked.
“Well, it’s not something you tell a guy you’re shagging.”
“Shagging?”
“Uh, yeah. I read it in this book. It means fucking, getting it on, you know, sex.”
“I do know what sex is.”
Lord, could she just shut up now?
“Do you have a heating pad?” he asked suddenly. “Painkillers? You look quite pale, how heavy is it?”
She gaped at him.
Crap. This lie was going to dig her a deeper and deeper hole. How long did her periods usually last? Like five days? Five days without sex. Would he forget her? Move on?
And even if he didn’t, how would she explain when she actually got her period.
Dork.
Lying never works.
“I forgot to tell you something,” she blurted out.
Was she really going to explain that she’d lied about having her period because she hadn’t wanted to tell him the truth? That she thought she might be losing her mind.
Why didn’t you just say you were constipated?
Damn, that would have been a much better explanation.
Huh, you knew you were in trouble when using constipation was the better excuse.
Idiot.
“What is it?”
Nope. She couldn’t do it. “You look really handsome today.”
He just gave her a look, like he thought she was full of shit.
If only he knew.
“Come on, sit down at the table. I made you a sandwich. I’ll get you some painkillers. Where are they?”
“It’s fine. It’s not that bad. I took some when I was in the bathroom.” She was starting to feel worse and worse.
He grabbed a blanket, placing it over her lap, then settled the plate on her knee. He’d even got her a bottle of water.
Man, if she really had cramps, she’d be totally tearing up over his care. Nobody had ever looked after her while she had her period. Well, not since her first time. Then her friends had helped her through.
But this was very different.
He nodded to her. “Eat.”
“Thanks,” she whispered.
“You still look a bit pale. You get heavy periods?”