Page 408 of Dark Love

Sugar Crash

Dahlia

The muted tones and sharp wit wake me up from the sweetest dream. Vex was cuddling puppies while watching children toddle around.

I’ve been spending too much time with the Vincentis.

A cramp twists my pelvis. A groan escapes as I move my hand towards my abdomen. Only my hand isn’t on my bed or even on top of my covers. It’s resting on an impressive set of abs.

“You okay?” Vex’s voice rumbles through his body into mine.

No. No. I’m not okay. I’m a mixture of sheer bliss and abject humiliation. Mixed together, they come nowhere close to okay.

I just pictured the man I fell asleep on caring for our babies. And we haven’t even been on a real date.

Not to mention he’s a murderer.

There’s something very wrong with my mind.

The cramps decide to up the ante on the twisting, which causes a sharp shooting pain that stabs its waythrough me.

I yank my knees up, searching for any kind of relief. Only to feel a clot slide out of me with a rush of blood.

There’s too much blood.

Way too much blood for the napkin I have on… for any napkin to hold.

What do I do?

Every second it seeps farther up my underwear. There’s no way I don’t have a spot on my bed, not to mention a stain on my pajamas.

What do I do?

Tears pour out.

“Dahlia. What’s wrong? Why are you crying? Are you okay?”

No.

No.

No.

I shove my face into his chest and let them pour out avoiding the humiliating mess growing under me.

Why did this have to happen?

Because my body hates me. That’s why I hide for the first full day of my period. That’s why I didn’t want to let you in. That’s why I need to be alone now.

Well, just as soon as I stop crying.

“It’s okay. I’ve got you.” He pulls me in even closer. “Should I rub your back?”

Yes, I almost say, but even though that might help with the pain… his hands would get too close to the mess.

What am I going to do?

“No,” I manage to croak out through the tears.

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