Always Only You by Chloe Liese (z-lib.org).epub

He lifts an eyebrow from his crouched place at my feet, looking thoroughly
unimpressed. But when I open my mouth to argue the point, he’s somehow
already upright, kissing me before I can say another word.
“Did you and Ziggy eat?” he asks, bending to scoop up his suit jacket and
my pile of discarded clothes. I absolutely stare at his butt.
“Yep. We ordered pizza—owww.” A hard, painful cramp clenches my belly,
followed by the familiar warmth of blood trickling down my thigh. “Fucking
hell.”
Ren’s hands are on my shoulders, his head bent, trying to meet my eyes.
“What’s wrong?”
Ren freezes as he notices the blood. He blanches. “Oh, God, Frankie. Did I
hurt you?”
“No, Ren! You didn’t do anything wrong.” I sigh. Thank God for bathwater.
Because talk about a close call. “It’s my fucking womanly curse.”
His entire body relaxes. Relief washes over his face and he rubs my arms
gently. “I’m sorry you’re hurting. Do you have stuff here? Do you need me to
run out?”
I stare up at him, feeling a wave of irrational emotion pricking my eyes. “I
forgot. I picked up Pazza, and I was in a rush…”
To get here as soon as possible and be naked in the tub when you came
home, hoping I could seduce you.
Yeah. I keep that thought to myself.
He squeezes my shoulders gently. “What brand?”
I blink at him. Guys aren’t supposed to be this chill about periods, are they?
Especially after such a narrow escape. But Ren’s not just any guy, is he?
“Um,” I say unhelpfully.
“Here.” He gently sweeps me up in his arms, carrying me into his room.
“Ren!” I squeak as he hoists me higher in his arms. “It’s a period, not
consumption.”
“I know, it’s just easier. Because I know you’re going to fight me about—”
“Not in your bed. I’ll make your mattress look like a crime scene!”
Flipping back the sheet, Ren lays me down and strides over to a closet where
he quickly retrieves two thick beach towels. With military precision, he folds
them crisply in half, stacks them on top of each other, and shoves them under
me, wrapped like a burrito in my bath towel.
Retrieving my phone and water bottle from the other side of the room, then
extracting one of his undershirts from the dresser, Ren sets everything next to me
on the bed.
“There,” he says.