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“Fine.” Her hands are tossed defeatedly in the air. “I need to check my bag for lady products.”
“Makeup?” There’s no stopping my face from scrunching in annoyance. “You need to see if you have fuckin’ makeup?Really?” An eye roll is accompanied by a firm shake of the head. “Why? I’ve seen you without the shit a thousand times, baby. You look beautiful just the way you are.”
What appears to be a faint blush reddens Arley’s gorgeous complexion as she flicks a strand of hair away from her face. “That’s…um…notthe type of lady product I was talking about, but I do appreciate the compliment.”
Rather than become embarrassed – like I probably should – I simply fold my arms across my bare chest and resume my interrogation. “Then what kind?”
“Theotherkind.”
“What other kind?”
“Theotherkind, Slater.”
“Whatother kind, Arlette?”
The displeasure from hearing her full name causes the unreciprocated love of my life to slam her hand sassily onto her hip. “The kind I need when I get a little too emo that’snotinspired by a My Chemical Romance playlist.”
“I don’t follow.”
“My period!” She shrieks loud enough that it damn near stumbles me back into my own bed. “I need to see if I have any emergency lady products for that!”
“Oh…” is mumbled under my breath before being repeated much louder and much more urgently, “oh!Lady products!”
“Yeah, I see that despite yourWalker, Texas Rangerskills, you’re not the fastest cowboy at the rodeo this morning.”
Small snickers leave us both; however, I’m first to speak again after them. “You know I didn’t even realize you got one of those.”
Her frown is instant.
“I mean Iknowyou get ‘em ‘cause you’re a woman and have…the woman parts and they…do the woman thing and uh…” the fumbling over my words is attached to uncomfortable cringing. “Youobviouslyhave that…time…but um…I jus’ never…have never…I don’t really…” Another round of wincing is displayed. “This is the first I’m hearin’ about it.”
Arley presents me with a confused, quirked eyebrow.
“From you,” I rush to explain. “You’ve never um…” clearing my throat occurs in order to bide me a moment to collect my composure, “brought it up before.”
“It’s not exactly, ‘pass the queso and fuck this ref’ conversation.” Her giggles should soothe my discomfort but don’t. “Besides, it only happens every three months or so and you’retypicallynot around.”
I want to be around.
Not because I’mintoemotional torture but because…I don’t know. I alwayswantto be around for her. Support her. Provide her whatever she needs, whenever she needs it. I want to be the one to take care of her and that doesn’t exclude when her hormones have lost their goddamn mind.
“When I know I’m close, I typically pack emergency products in my workbag; although, I’m a couple days sooner than I should be.”
“Stress and trauma to the body can do that. The unexpected spike of your cortisol levels can result in changes to your cycle.”
“Can’t pick up the context cluesaboutthe subject yet has the medical knowledge of a world renowned gyno just ready to go.” This time her teasing does get me chuckling. “You never fail to amaze me.”
“Notquitethe way I like to, but who am I to turn down a compliment from the prettiest woman in the room?”
“Only woman.”
“Statement stands.”
“Ohmygod,” she good-naturedly giggles to herself while shaking her head. “What am I gonna do with you?”
“Same thing I’m gonna do with you.”
Arley’s head tilts curiously to one side in a wordless request for more information.
