Page 91 of Last Round

Molly sighs. “While that sounds nice, I can’t.” She steps away from me.

“Because of them?” I’m not saying what she witnessed wasn’t traumatizing, but I’m not a fan of it putting a damper on our fun.

“No, not entirely.” She plucks one of my shirts from the chair and pulls it over her head before grabbing a pair of underwear from the basket. Then she positions herself on the end of the bed to comb her hair.

Sitting behind her, I rub her back. “Well?”

“Well, what?”

“What’s the entire reason?”

She peers at me over her shoulder with a sly smile. “Can’t a girl have her secrets?”

“Yeah, I guess.” The silence is awkward as I continue to massage her tense muscles. It’s not that I have an issue with her having privacy. I really don’t. But I don’t like that she feels she can’t talk to me about something. I’m not saying she has to tell me everything about her day. I only want her to feel like she can.

Molly drops her head into her hands. “Look, I was already feeling kind of icky today and that video didn’t help. But I just started, you know, my time of the month. So now I feel extra gross. As much as I appreciate your offer, I’m gonna have to ask for a rain check. I’m crampy and just want to curl up, watch movies, and hibernate until it’s over.”

“You’re on your period?”

“God, why did you just say that?” She stands, puts the wide-tooth comb on the dresser, and crawls into bed, covering herself with the blankets.

I scoot up to where she is, pulling back the fabric to reveal a face that almost matches the shade of her damp hair. “You don’t need to be embarrassed.”

She tries to hide under the blanket again, but I stop her.

“If you’re feeling like shit because it’s that time of the month, I understand. Not actually, since I’m a guy and all, but you know what I mean. I can appreciate it if you want to keep to yourself, not have me touch you because you’re physically uncomfortable. But if you’re hiding or don’t want me to touch you because you think I’m bothered by it, I’m not.”

“You’re not?” She raises a brow.

“Nope, not at all. Actually, did you know that during your menstrual cycle, your body is more sensitive because of the increased hormones. Also, if you have cramps, orgasms can help relieve them. The endorphins work better than over-the-counter pain relievers.”

“Oh my god.” She covers her face and talks through her hands. “How do you even know this?”

“Do you really want me to answer that question? I will, but wanted to check if it was rhetorical before I made things worse.”

“I’m fine not knowing… But thank you.”

“For what?”

“I don’t know. Being weird by not being weird.” She rolls her eyes at my confused expression and sits up. “I just mean guys get all weird about this stuff. So, thank you for not treating me like I have the bubonic plague and quarantining me in a room until it passes.”

“Why would you think I’d—” I stop myself as I glance at her phone. Molly isn’t the first female I’ve encountered who’s self-conscious about this. As I think about who her ex is, I better understand why. I lay down and snuggle in next to her. “Well, whenever you’re ready—if you’re ever ready—I’m here to show you the world’s best kept secret.”

She laughs. While making her orgasm is amazing, making her laugh is even better, especially when she has dark clouds fromIl Douchehanging over her head.

“Do you need anything?”

“This is nice,” she says, holding my hand that rests on her stomach and snuggling deeper into me. “Tomorrow we can talk about how to tell Sean and show him that video. I’m too tired to think about it anymore.” She closes her eyes and curls up to fall asleep.

“Shit,” I hiss. Tomorrow. When Bex brought Molly home, they both rushed up here to show me her phone. After the girls finished their commentary, Bex took off and Molly went to wash as much of the day off as she could. Her words, not mine. I kind of forgot about my own little news.

Her eyes suddenly wide, Molly looks at me. “What?”

“We kind of have bigger things to deal with tomorrow.” Hopefully after what she walked in on, she’ll be more understanding of what I need to do.

“What could possibly be bigger than telling my idiot brother that his bitchy fiancée is fucking my asshole ex? Seriously, what’s more important than that?”

“Agreeing to fight your asshole ex,” I mumble under my breath.

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