them and suck on ’em like popsicles.” Malachi snorts a laugh, but Ophelia gasps in horror. “What. No, you cannot freeze my tampons and …” She shakes her head, but Xavier simply pulls her into his arms and bands them so tightly around her she can’t move. “If you don’t hand them over of your own free will, I will simply remove them myself.” I shoot her a sympathetic look. “He will.” “No way. You are not putting my tampons in the freezer, Xavier. No.” He rests his lips on the top of her head. “We’ll see, Cupcake.” “We will not.”
