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“Oh, my fuck.” I put my head into my hands in embarrassment. What must he have seen? I am mortified.
“Why are you doing that? It was the most intimate thing I have ever done. I loved every minute of it.” He kisses the side of my face again.
“Oh Josh, just go out!” I snap. This is horrifying.
“Presh.” He smiles as he kisses my neck.
“Out now!”
He stands, seemingly disappointed, and leaves the now steamy bathroom. I pull my pants down and look down and smile. I have two pads on, one on top of the other. I giggle to myself. What an idiot—what is that going to do?
He knocks on the door. “Yes,” I answer.
He slowly opens the door and passes me a packet of tampons.
I smirk and snatch them from him and he smiles. I look at the packet and frown.
“What are these?” I ask
He widens his eyes. “Tampons,” he says flatly.
“What size are these?” I smirk.
“Your size,” he answers, affronted.
“Did you go to the shop and buy these?” Oh my god, now I have seen it all.
He nods.
I bite my bottom lip to stifle the huge grin on my face. “You went to the shop to buy me tampons?”
“So,” he snaps, “isn’t that what guys do for their girlfriends?”
I smile and hold my hand up to him and he takes it gently. “Thank you,” I whisper.
He bends and kisses me again as he relaxes.
“For the record though, mini tampons are for thirteen-year-old girls. My size is super.”
He frowns. “There is no way in hell you have a supersized vagina.”
I giggle again. “Get out idiot.”
He shakes his head and strips off as he gets into the shower. “I told you, no more secrets.” He turns his back to me and starts to soap up.
I finish up, brush my teeth and get into the shower with him.
He turns and pulls me into an embrace and cuddles me tightly as he covers my face with kisses. “Don’t scare me like that again, presh, I thought you were going to die,” he whispers into the top of my head.
I lean into his chest and smile. The hot water running over us is soothing and I feel myself relax.
“I’m sorry,” he says quietly.
“Josh, I get the migraines all the time. It wasn’t your fault.”
“I don’t deserve you,” he whispers.
I frown and pull back to look at his face. “Why do you say that?”
