Chapter 8: Bria's Interlude Brooklyn, New York February 8th, 8:27 am
I'm aware that we just met I don't wanna leave you yet
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"Just get up and clean yourself off in the bathroom, I don't know if I got anything in there that could help you but you can look." Chris pointed, trying his best to calm the embarrassment that spread across Maleah's deeply red pigmented skin. She looked as though she wanted to just crawl in a hole and die, humiliated being an understatement for what was running through her head in that moment.
"I- I'm so sorry, I didn't know and I-."
"Don't worry bout it, I said you good. I got sweatpants in that top drawer, shirts in the one next to it." He pointed, fixing the hat that covered his head. Hesitantly, Maleah nodded her head before carefully turning her body to step out of the bed.
The last thing she was expecting to happen was her unexpectedly getting her period in the middle of the night, which far from her luck, was on one of the nights she shared a bed with him. The second time to be exact, the night after they woke up in each other's arms they both felt a little awkward about it. Vowing that they wouldn't ever do that again, but after Chris had a long day due to having to do a couple mandatory meetings at the presinct, the only thing he wanted to do was her. Maleah allowing him to do so until he was tired and felt better, the both of them ending up with her fast asleep curled up against his chest right after.
She didn't feel any cramping, no spotting, anything that could have warned her she would be on her cycle a week early. She didn't know what to do when she woke up to him just staring down at her and the mess she created in his bed. Blood soaking up the white sheets heavily, Chris at least lucky that she hadn't gotten anything on him. Though he wouldn't have made a big deal about it or anything close to that if she did.
"Okay, thank you." She spoke in a hushed tone, not even being able to do so much as raise her head to meet his eyes. Clearing her throat, she grasped the sheets that were already wrapped around her naked body before rushing off to the bathroom.
Chris only watched her, not really knowing what to do since he was aware she felt uncomfortable. He tried his best to make sure she understood that he honestly didn't feel any type of way, nor was he doing anything remotely close to judging her. He didn't think she was nasty or anything like that because he knew she couldn't control the situation, but he also knew that probably didn't translate in her mind.
"Imma be right back Jahzara!" He called out from the other side of the door, hearing nothing in response except for the tub water running. Sighing, he reached over onto his dresser to grab his keys.
He didn't say anything else as he made his way out of the room and down his hallway. He walked straight to his front door, leaving out and down the hall in one swift motion. As he walked, he kept an eye on Maleah's door, remembering a time where that was nothing but just another door to a neighbor he didn't know. He never seen her prior to the hair salon, but it made sense considering he was barely even at that house until meeting her.
