Falling for Your Fake Fiancé (Love Clichés, #3)

by Emma St. Clair

lean my head on his shoulder. “You don’t have anything to worry about, darlin’.” Thayden visibly jerks and turns to face me. “I’ve graduated to pet names?” I giggle. “Maybe. Though I think I prefer tiger for you. What with all the growling.”

I groan, but the cramp is starting to lessen. I dig my fingers into the back of my leg, massaging through the pain. “Fine,” I grunt through clenched teeth. “Just a cramp.” The banging stops. His throat clears. “Oh. Cramps? You have your period?” I shake my head, dropping it into my hands as I laugh silently. Thayden talking about periods is about enough to get me out of my funk. He’s trying to be casual, but it doesn’t fit, coming off like a parent using their teenager’s lingo. I wonder if he’s ever talked to a woman about periods before. I’m betting on no. “There’s a heating pad in the cabinet. Do you need aspirin?” He pauses. “Maxi pads? Uh, tampons? I could go to the store. Or, do you, use one of those cup things to—” “I have a LEG cramp!” I have to stop him before he finishes that sentence.