Page 124 of You Kissed Me First


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Opening my eyes, I look over my shoulder at him. “Why?”

He looks apologetic. What is going on? I blink rapidly, trying to clear some of the sleep from my eyes. I’m not awake enough for this.

“Baby, you started your period.”

My body freezes. Suddenly I’m wide awake. I can feel my cheeks turning red.

“What? How would you know?”

I think about last night and how his bare legs tangled with mine. He was hard too. I wanted to do something about it, but I felt so sick.

Oh fuck.

Looking back, I see he has a towel pressed to my ass. Then I look at his crotch, which is covered in blood.

Fuck.

I am not going to survive this. The mortification settles into my bones.

“Oh my fucking god. Kill me now. There is no way this is happening. This has to be a nightmare.” I bury my face in my hands, scared to even move because I know how my period is.

As soon as I stand up, shit is going to get messy real fucking fast.

Why did I let him convince me to sleep naked?

Dominic leans over me, pressing a kiss to my temple. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I already started the shower for you. Go jump in, and I’ll handle this.”

“How can you even look at me? Your dick is covered in blood. My blood.” Tears prickle behind my eyes.

I like this guy. Like a lot. More than a lot. I think I’m in love with him.

Then this happens. I can never show my face to him again. He will go on and tell stories about the girl he had a fling with on a cruise ship. His best friend’s sister-in-law. How it was hot for a while until he woke up covered in her blood. They will laugh about how disgusting I am before telling him he dodged a bullet.

Me. I’m the bullet he dodged.

I can’t handle this right now. I feel like my entire body is being pricked by a million needles.

His tone is calm, comforting even as he strokes his hand on my arm. “Katie, I’ve never been afraid to earn my red wings. If you wanted me to fuck you until you couldn’t walk, I would right now. A little blood isn’t going to scare me away. Now get your fine ass up and in the shower. Do you need tampons, or do you use pads?”

Is this man seriously sitting here offering to go scour a cruise ship to find me feminine hygiene products?

“Either, I didn’t pack any because my period isn’t due for a few more days. I thought I’d be fine.”

He nods. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll handle it.”

He hands me the towel he was using against my ass. I shove it between my legs, waddling to the bathroom feeling like a complete idiot. If he wanted me before, I really doubt Dominic will want me after this mess. Why does shit like this always happen to me?

I jump in the shower, saturating the towel with water, trying my best to get the blood out. It’s bad enough that Dominic has to see this. I don’t want the housekeeping team to see it too.

After I clean it the best I can, I work on cleaning myself.

Looking back, now I realize that last night wasn’t from the food. My stomach was hurting because it wasn’t my stomach. They were cramps. It didn’t even dawn on me. I figured it was due to the local food we ate.

Now it’s clear though. That was my body warning me of the massacre about to occur.

Closing my eyes to wash my hair, I cringe at the image that flashes.

Dominic with blood covering his upper thighs and dick.