Page 97 of Heartless Game

I sat on the bed, checking her over. “What’s wrong, bashert? What happened?”

“It’s nothing.”

“It’s clearly not nothing,” I said, calculating how long it would take to get her to a hospital.

“It’s nothing, Isaac, I just have really bad PMS.” She said the words into the pillow, like she was embarrassed.

I glared at the wall. I was going to kill her doctor.

“What do you usually do for it?” I asked.

“Just try to get through it. I’ve been dealing with this for years, it’s nothing new.”

“If you’re in pain, it’s not nothing,” I stated as I got on the bed, sliding in behind her, opening up the group chat with my teammates.

“Isaac, what are you doing? I don’t want to have sex right now?—”

“I’m not trying to have sex with you. I just want to hold you and rub your back,” I said, wrapping my body around hers.

“Oh, you feel so good,” she moaned, and I had to remind my dick it wasn’t a sexy moan.

I typed a quick text.

Me: can one of you do me a favor and make a run to the grocery store? I need supplies

Jack: What kind of supplies?

Jack: If it’s for sex, the hardware store might be better.

I rolled my eyes. The sociopath always used proper capitalization and punctuation.

Me: its not for sex, you unhinged asshole

Me: Tovah has PMS and I need to get her stuff

Me: its bad tho

Asher: OVERSHARE

Judah: chill the fuck out

Judah: women menstruate

Judah: its biology

Lawson: what do you need?

I really liked this guy.

Me: motrin, midol, something with codeine in it for the pain

Jack: That’s going a little overboard, don’t you think?

Me: shut up, you asshole

Me: youd do the same if it was Aviva

Me: heating pad, chai, books

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