"Oh god..." I mumbled. A sharp cramp near my uterus jolted me awake, and when I looked down, I saw the blood stain.
I guess I'm not pregnant.
"What's wrong?" Jason's voice was thick with sleep.
"I just got my period," I said, a little embarrassed. "I was late."
"Do you need anything, baby?" he murmured, his raspy morning voice low and comforting.
"No, it's okay... I'm just—I'm gonna go clean up." I sighed, slipping out of bed and heading to the bathroom. I tossed the ruined underwear in the trash and stepped into the shower.
The water helped clear my head, but the dull ache in my lower belly lingered—along with a quiet disappointment I didn't want to admit. Maybe I'd let myself hope, just a little.
Since it was already morning, I went through my usual routine. Washed my face. Brushed my teeth. Fixed my hair. There was something grounding about the normal steps of the day—it made things feel a little more manageable.
When I came back, Jason was already on his laptop, probably catching up on work.
"I'm heading to the office in a bit," he said, not looking up. "Jack's coming today."
I sighed. The familiar twinge of worry started to creep in. Before I could say anything, my phone buzzed—a reminder from my agent about a campaign I'd completely forgotten I'd agreed to before flying out here.
"What's with the face?" Jason asked, glancing at me.
"Nothing. I just... forgot I had something back home."
"Oh? When is it?" he asked, moving his laptop aside and patting the spot beside him.
"Next week," I said, climbing back into bed.
"So soon?" he groaned, his hand sliding over my thigh as he leaned in to kiss me.
I melted into his touch. I laid back as his hands traced familiar paths over my skin. He shifted on top of me, his body warm and solid against mine. I knew exactly where this was heading.
"Jay... I told you. I just got my period."
"So?" he murmured between kisses, his lips grazing my neck. "Let me make you feel better."
I giggled, tossing my head back as I felt him hard against me.
"Unless you really want me to stop," he said softly, eyes searching mine.
I shook my head and wrapped my arms around his neck. His head dipped beneath the shirt I was wearing—his shirt—as his mouth found my breast. A soft breath escaped me.
"But... maybe we should move this to the shower."
Without a word, he scooped me up and carried me to the bathroom.
Jason's POV
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