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“Open,” he said, letting go.
Morris opened the door with a firm smile. “Good morning, Mr. Sanchester. Good morning, Miss Simpson. I hope you slept well.”
“Yeah. What about you?” I asked.
“Good, as always. I came to inform you, breakfast is ready.”
“Good. I’m starving,” I said, rubbing my stomach.
“Go on. I will be down in a minute,” Tristan said, walking to the bathroom.
I left with Morris to the dining room.
Tristan was dressed in a dark tailored suit when he joined me at the table. He had this commanding presence about him. He gave me a small smile and took the seat next to me. I leaned closer and brushed my fingers through his hair to tame the wild edges. I didn’t know what had come over me. It felt like a reflex.
“Thanks,” he mumbled as I nodded.
I caught Morris’s smile. He put on a straight face immediately after he met my gaze.
“How are your classes going?” Tristan suddenly asked.
“Awful. I might end up with a B in two of my courses. My finals are around the corner, and I’m scared.” I sighed, playing with the scrambled eggs on my plate.
“I can get you a home tutor,” he said.
“No, I just need to focus more,” I told him. I felt dumb, to be honest.
“Let me know if you need anything, Chloe,” he said and glanced at his wristwatch. “I’m late for a meeting, I will see you when I get back,” he said, standing up.
He looked down at me, as if he was contemplating giving me a kiss or walking away. He did the latter.
“I wanted a kiss,” I mumbled with a frown as he walked away with Morris.
Guess who cameto visit today. That’s right, my period, and it brought some friends—cramps, gigantic appetite, restlessness, acne, and fever. My final exams were next week, and I was relieved it would be over by then.
I had asked Morris to get ice cream and lots of snacks, which I kept in my room. It was currently Tuesday. The first day was always the worst. I grabbed a blanket and a few snacks and went under the bed—that was my comfort zone during moments like this.
I went to sleep after finishing two bags of Cheetos. I woke up when I heard the door to my room open, and I heard footsteps approaching the bed.
“Chloe?” Tristan called.
I didn’t answer him because that sharp pain I felt every once in a while hit me, and I groaned.
“Chloe?” he called again, and I could feel him moving around the room, searching for me.
“She is under the bed, sir,” I heard Morris’s voice.
“What? Why?”
I heard his footsteps getting closer, and soon, he was on the floor, looking under the bed at me.
“Are you okay?” he asked, looking worried.
His hand reached out, touching mine. I held on to his hand like a comforter.
“Period cramps.”
“We should go to the hospital if it’s that bad,” he said, stroking the back of my palm with his thumb.
