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“Well, for one we are in the bath. Easy clean up. And for two, I was doing some research and found an article that says sex helps with cramps.”

She turns her head up to look at me, “You did… research?”

I smirk at her, “I always do research on everything.”

LEXIE

It took a bit of convincing, but I finally caved and rode Reed in the tub.

His research was correct; it did feel good for my cramping and the blood was like lube, so I was extra slick.

Afterwards, I made him wash us off in the shower because washing off in period blood and cum filled water did not sound fun.

Currently, I’m laid up in bed with a book, my new pajamas, and a heating pad that he ordered me, while he’s cooking us dinner.

I honestly don’t know how I got so lucky with finding a man like him. Well, technically, he saw me one time and might’ve stalked me a bit, but it turned out to be the best thing to happen to me. Not many people can say that after being in a situation like that.

After the night at the frat party, I haven’t run into Johnny anymore, at least not in person. His face was plastered all over the news for a while, but I don’t think they ever figured out what happened to him. I always wondered if Reed might have had something to do with that, but I never questioned him because I’m safe and that's all that matters.

I’m lost in thought when Reed walks in with my plate of food and a glass of my favorite wine.

I sit up, and he sets the plate in my lap and the glass on the table beside me.

“Oh, this looks amazing. You even cut up my steak for me.” I smile up at him.

He leans over and kisses my forehead, “Anything for my Honeybee.”

He climbs in bed next to me with his plate and flips on the TV to The Sopranos. He knows the way to my heart, that’s for sure.

“Oh fuck, did you want to smoke? It’ll probably help with your cramps.” He asks, but doesn’t even give me a chance to answer before he sets his plate down and is out of bed flicking the fan on.

He digs in our now shared box and pulls out the Pink Lemonade joint that Lainey gave to me.

Cracking the window open, he lights it and takes a couple of puffs before blowing it out the window then holding it to my lips.

I quickly inhale and exhale a couple times.

“Why are you always so good to me?” I ask him as I pop a cherry tomato in my mouth.

He sits back down, and tilts my chin towards his lips, “You’re my oxygen, the air I breathe, without you I shall die.” He smirks.

I roll my eyes and smile at him, “That’s a bit dramatic, but sweet.”

He presses a kiss to my lips, “I love you, my sweet Honeybee.”

“I love you too, sweet man.”