“Should’ve come in here,” he says in my ear, then kissing the spot just behind it. “When is your period due?” I narrow my eyes, looking back at him. “Why?” “Because I’m just trying to figure out if you’re pregnant.” “I’m not.” “You’re sure?” “Yeah, I—” I laugh. “This is ridiculous. I’m getting my period next week. You won’t be able to miss it.”
BROTHAAAAAAAAAA NOT THE BREEDING KINK
