My Roommate

Chapter 32

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Ashley's POV—

The sun hits my eyes as I flutter them open. Groaning a bit at the brightness because the curtains aren't closed, I roll away from Evan. I turn around to face the opposite side of the room and reach for my phone on the nightstand. Seeing that it's just a little past nine, I decide to get up.

When I do get up, though, I accidentally whip the blankets a bit too hard and they fall over onto Evan, making her flinch and inhale sharply at the sudden feeling of blankets falling on her face.

"Sorry," I say as I reach for the blankets. I gasp and stop moving as something catches my eyes though. Hearing my gasp, Evan lazily moves the blankets off of her face and turns her head to look at me.

"You ok?" she grumbles as she wipes the sleep away from her eyes. My face burns as I try to gather the courage to actually verbally tell her.

"I...I think I just got my period," I mumble under my breath. She sits up then, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion.

"What? I didn't hear what you said," she says.

I just stand there, feeling the embarrassment wash over even more. And my face burns even more as she goes to move the blankets back into place. She stops mid-way, her eyes looking down at the mattress. A split second later, she looks up at me.

"I just got my period a-and it accidentally got on your sheets..." I trail off at the last bit, but I know she heard me.

"Are you ok?" she asks me, completely pushing what I said about her sheets aside.

"What?"

"Are you ok? Are you in any pain? Is there anything I can do?" she rambles a bit, her face turning red as well now. She genuinely sounds worried.

I've been living in the same house as her for months—this isn't the first time I've gotten my period while living here. Obviously speaking, of course I never mentioned it to her because there was no reason to mention it to her. Even while we were gradually starting to reconnect, I still didn't tell her because again, there was no reason to tell her.

I probably wouldn't have told her this time either if it weren't for the fact that there's blood on her bedsheets.

And since it's on her bedsheets...that means it's on me, too.

"No. It's fine, I'm fine. Just embarrassed about your sheets," I admit. She glances back down at it for a second before she kicks the blankets off of her. With them off of her, she makes her way around the spot and gets off near the bottom of the bed.

"It's fine. It'll wash out...right?" she says.

"Yeah. It will," I mumble before I go to yank the sheets off of her bed. She stops me before I can even get the corner of the sheet off.

"I can do it—you should go and um...yeah..." she trails off. Knowing what she meant, I do as she suggested and head for the bathroom. By the look of her red face when she suggested that I go clean up, I can only assume that she saw it on my pajama pants.

Thinking of that possibility makes my mentally groan as I close the closet door behind me.

When I eventually come back out, her bed no longer has sheets and blankets on it. They're in a pile next to her bed.

"I'm so glad I managed to convince dad to keep some of our cleaning service," she says as she reaches for her phone on the nightstand. "Beth will be here shortly. She'll add the sheets to the laundry that needs to be done," she says as she slips her phone into her sweatpant pockets.