“I was trying to be nice.” He swats the box away before it hits him in the face. “Don’t lie.” “No, seriously. I got the notification that you were starting your period tomorrow, so when I saw the tampons, I just thought I’d help out a little. I didn’t know it would make you this mad.” “Wait.” I stiffen. “What notification?” “From the Google calendar you shared with me. The one that tracks your monthly cycle.”
