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Minor time jump.

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"Hey." He said just as I closed the door behind me, keeping my hand in the pocket of my sweatshirt.

"Hey." I smiled and glanced around the room, looking for a way out without seeming suspicious. It would be harder than usual because he was, you know, a cop.

"What took so long? I was just about to call you." He walked over to me with a frown, cupping my face in his hands.

"I forgot something so I had to go back." I shrugged and stood on my toes to peck his lips.

"What did you forget?"

"Doesn't matter." I smiled. "Oh, are we having burgers for dinner?"

"Lo?"

"They look yummy. Tell you what, I'm just gonna jump in the shower real quick and we can eat, ok? Or you could just go ahead without m--"

"Lo." He said louder, advancing towards me. I hated that he was taller.

"What did you forget?"

"It doesn't matter, Ryan."

"It doesn't so, just tell me."

"Tampons." I cleared my throat and stared right up into his eyes. I had experience with lying. This wasn't my first rodeo.

"Tampons." He repeated, searching my eyes.

"Yep. You're not the only one that's been inside me." I pat his chest in a chuckle, but he was not buying any of it.

"I bet." He smiled, but it didn't feel real. "Is everything ok?"

"Of course." I smiled again, feeling the blood from my knuckle ooze again. I needed to go to the bathroom. With an ice pack. But how? He was likely going to be watching my every move. Maybe I could tell him I had a kink for cold--

"I only ask because I know for a fact that you got your period last week and I'm no doctor but I've been with enough women to tell it doesn't happen that often."

I chuckled. Pathetically. "Actually, it does happen." I said in way of explanation, pointing my finger in the air. "It's called--"

"I know you're lying, baby."

"Don't call me that. And I'm not lying."

"Alright, then. Show me."

"What?"

"Show me the tampons." He shrugged.

"Are you saying you don't trust me?"

"That's what 'I know you're lying' means. Just show me. Are they in your pocket?"

"No!" I exclaimed, in a very incrimating way and started to back away, towards the bedroom. And then what?

I don't know! I'll figure it out after my fucking hand stops stinging!