Page 7 of Sugar Coated Secrets

Have I ever brought a girl feminine products before? Not that I can remember.

It should feel weird. It doesn’t. Why is that?

Chapter 3

Sadie

“I’m so tired,” I murmur, lowering my head onto the pillow.

“You had a busy night.” Easton pulls the covers to my shoulders.

The weight of the soft sheets and blanket have a comforting effect.

“Since when do you tuck women into bed?” I tease groggily.

“Since now.” He winks.

My eyes close, then spring back open with a jolt of fear. “Are you leaving?”

“I told you I’d stay,” Easton says, his tone calm and soothing. “You have nothing to worry about. I’ll be here all night.”

I nod, exhausted again. “We talked about that, right?”

“Yep. After your shower.”

“When you brought me tampons?”

“When I brought you tampons,” he repeats with an amused grin.

“I don’t have cramps.”

His brows lower. “I didn’t ask.”

“You gave me Advil.”

“For your bruises.”

“Oh.” I roll onto my side, my cheek pressed into my pillow, and close my eyes.

“Sweet dreams, Sadiecakes.” Soft fingers brush my hair from my face.

“You should spoon me,” I murmur.

“What?”

I drift to sleep.

* * *

I cross the busy street, leaving work later than I’d like. By later, I mean after sunset.

A man steps out of the darkness and grabs my necklace, ripping the chain.

“My whistle!” I yell, anger mixing with my fear. I throw punches trying to hit my attacker in the face. I should run. Why am I fighting? I’m not a fool.

I clutch my purse. It’s gone.

The man holds up my wallet, his laugh a dark chuckle. “Now I know where you live.”

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