Page 47 of Unsupervised
On him.
I fucking bled on him.
“Oh god, I’m so sorry! I didn’t…it isn’t time for…fuck!” The words come out frantic and scrambled. He calls my name when I turn and hurry down the hall, but I can’t look back at him. My bag is in his bedroom, and luckily I always have a couple of tampons for emergencies like this. Well, not exactly like this. There’s being caught off guard and then there’s the universe reaching out with a giant middle finger. This is the latter.
I’ve never been so embarrassed. This wasn’t the blood I was supposed to have to worry about tonight. A week early. Isn’t it bad enough that women have to cramp and bleed every month without worrying about an unplanned massacre demolishing our clothes?
Arms wrap around me from behind, hugging me, just as I gather up a change of clothes. “Sweetheart, it’s okay. It’s not a big deal. There are towels and washcloths in the bathroom if you want a shower. We’ll throw your clothes in the wash.”
“That’s okay. I’m going to change and head home.” And try to pretend this night never happened.
He spins me around to face him and cups my face. My cheeks ignite as I’m forced to look in his eyes. “Don’t leave.”
My body is apparently unaware of what a traitorous bitch my uterus has become because I have a sudden urge to get him naked. Damn it. I’m mortified and horny and disappointed. What a mess. “Layton, I may as well go. We can’t…do anything now.”
His brows dip and a frown creases his mouth. “Do you think that’s the only reason I invited you here?”
“No, but—”
“Sex isn’t ever a requirement for me to spend time with you, Kelly. I like being with you.” God, he’s so sweet. I never had a chance.
“I really like being with you too.”
“Then don’t look so sad.”
Sighing, I link my arms around his neck. “I really wanted to sleep with you, though.”
His laugh brings a smile to my face like it always does. “I’m still down if you are.” He runs his fingers through my hair when I shake my head. I definitely don’t want that to be my first experience. “It’s not like we won’t have another chance. Say you’ll stay tonight.”
“Okay. I’ll go shower.”
I’m wrapped in a hug. “Good.”
The warm water is comforting and as embarrassing as that was, I can’t help but laugh now that I’m alone. Because for fuck’s sake, who has stuff like this happen to them? Only I could end up bleeding on a guy’s hard-on before it ever leaves his pants.
Despite how sweet he was about the whole thing, it’s so difficult to come back out of the bathroom. This is one of those times I’d love to have one of those magic wishes common in the books I read, so maybe I could open this door and find my bedroom on the other side. Or just turn back time and get a do-over on the whole night. Who am I kidding, if I ever got some magic genie to give me wishes, they’d all be of the Monkey’s Paw variety.
“Are you okay in there?” Layton asks from just outside the door, and my time to stall is up.
“I’m fine.” I gather my soiled clothes and step into the hall. “Just point me toward your washing machine.”
Midnight follows us down the hall, jumping at our ankles to get some attention while Layton leads me to the laundry room. His jeans are already in the machine. “Um…you might want to use some stain remover on your jeans or—”
“Already done.” He hands me the stain remover spray. I washed most of the blood out in the sink so it’s probably not necessary, but I use it anyway.
After adding detergent and turning the machine on, he drops a kiss on my forehead. “Problem solved. Do you need some ibuprofen or anything?”
“No, I’m good.”
“Let’s go to bed, then.”
The sexy panty and bra set I planned to wear get traded for a pair of cotton shorts and a loose tank top. I’m glad I don’t have cramps. Just before I moved, I had a birth control implant put in. They warned me it could mess up my periods for a while, but it hasn’t happened before. Fantastic timing.
My disappointment doesn’t last long. How could it with Layton’s warm arms around me, his hands playing through my hair? Being with him feels so good I don’t want to sleep and miss a second of it.
“Why did you change your mind?” I ask, letting my fingers explore his chest hair.
“Change my mind?”
