Chapter 8

I couldn't see her chest moving when she breathed, her lips were open and her eyes were half closed. I ran to her and carried her bridal style when I heard a faint, "Don't," coming from her. I place her on the chair. That's when I realize that my arm is covered with, blood.

"Take me... to the bathroom," she whispers. Is this what girls go through? I do as told. No time to think! No time to think! She is not at her best self and you are going to do what you will do because of that. Because you are the only person who can help her now.

I take a deep breath before carrying her to the bathroom.

I sit her on the edge of the bathtub and help her lie against the wall. "Fill some water in the tub."

"But you will be covered with... well... blood."

"If I ask you to help me out, will you do it?" She lets out a tear. I close my eyes and take a deep breath again. Remember, she is not at her best self. You will do what you need to do to help her out. I first step to the door and switch the light off.

I open the shower tap and help her stand up. Looking at the blood she left where she was sitting, I feel like I have an extra job to do.

She hisses at first when the water touches her body. My heartbeat stops when my hands attempt to take off her covers. But then I do it. One of my hands covers her around her waist while another one unclothes her.

It's dark. I can't see anything, or that's what I thought. I just blocked the vision of my eyes, but I didn't know I'd open a wider vision of my mind.

With just my hands running through her body, I can only imagine how breathtaking her body must be. It's like how a blind person uses his hands to read the same words normal people would.

Her skin is moist and soft. Her two round figures on her chest are round and hard. Her abs are also hard.

"Hmm," She moans.

"What?"

"Nothing." She giggles.

"Doesn't that hurt?"

"Now I'm sure I'm not the only one in pain." She lies her head on my chest, and now I can feel her breath.

She places her hands around me like I'm her rock or at least I feel like I am. My heart beats at the thought of everything around me right now. I can feel her smirk as she places her hand on my chest to feel it. I suddenly find myself not able to help but smile.

The fact that I have been eager yet guilty to feel her in my arms is what kept me breathing til this very moment. Her sweet personality is something I have been so used to and I didn't even know I was like that until recently. And now that I am here with her, it feels so magical that not even guilt can stop me from caressing her.

She suddenly turns the lights on. Her hand goes under my shirt. I look at her as she commands me to take off my shirt with her weak yet powerful eyes. And now my bare chest touches hers. I hold her even closer while she does it effortlessly.

"How does it pain?" I dare wonder.

"Ha ha, you mean this shitty girlhood?"

"Well," I put on a small smile.

"Well, it depends. My case is special though. My whole body aches and I lose all energy inside me."

"Does your husband help you in these situations?"

"He feels disgusted by it. He usually wants me to sleep in another room, especially on the second day."

"Why?"

"The blood flows like water," She forces a smile. How can she smile at something like this? And how has she been able to live with a husband of that type?

This must be the most delicate time of her month. He is supposed to be with her, tell her everything will be okay or at least let her feel like she is not alone. Now I'm starting to wonder about the type of husband he is.

"Do you go through this every month?" She nods.

"And who helps you during this time?"

"Maids? And sun?"

"Yes,?

"I'm tired of talking!" I turn off the shower tap and take the towel from the cabinet and cover her with it. I carry her bridal style and take her back to the room. This time I sit her on the bed. I crouch down and take her hand.

"What do you need?"

" My tampons. They are inside my wardrobe." She sobs.

"Did you catch a cold or something?" I quickly test the hotness on her forehead with mine, only to find her smiling.

"What?" "Just a few hours ago you were this righteous man and now you are like this," She looks down.

"The tampons, Sun." I quickly go to the wooden colour wardrobe and open one of the doors.

Good thing they were just on top. My eyes widen at how they actually look like.

"Wow! I have never seen them in person." She smiles.

Anahi's POV

He cleans all the blood I spread. If there is one thing I've noticed about him, he is a clean freak.

He always loses his mind when he feels like he smells bad, or when something is not in order. He can even take a shower five times a day. So to see him cleaning my bloody mess right now kind of makes me worried about him. He is not even wearing gloves and that mess is indeed messy.

Even I sometimes find it hard to clean it when it's mine.

I hear him washing his hands more than three times, it must be the smell. God! At some point, I feel embarrassed! It was not supposed to leak the way it did. Look at what he is going through right now!

After a while, he comes from the bathroom and finds me lying on the bed while my legs still touch the floor. He scans my body from head to toe. His eyes show a mixture of innocence and lust.

Who wouldn't show such a feeling? By the way, Is it weird that we haven't talked since we came out of the bathroom together? Other than what I need, of course?

He goes to the wardrobe and takes a look at it for a while. He takes my dark blue underwear which almost looks like a boxer and shows it to me without turning around. He also takes my black transparent and extremely short night dress, making me wonder what is going on in his mind. Anyway, I just give a faint smile. He turns back to me.

"Why are you smiling?" He asks.

"I don't know."

"Anyway we wouldn't want you to sleep in that towel wet and red, would we? Are you strong enough now to wear them yourself?" I just nod. He gives them to me.

"The fact that you chose this dress for me is kinda sexy,"

"You must be feeling well enough to think of that." He smiles.

"At some point, the cold water did the trick."

He looks away as I wear my underwear. It's not like he hasn't seen me naked. Or let's say he is back to being innocent.

I kind of like this side though. The side which fights to either stay innocent or to be a little naughty boy.

Suddenly, he takes off the towel and takes the dress that was on my lap. And now my chest is... well bear.

My heart stops at what he has just done. Lust conquers his eyes as they scan my round figures. He suddenly blinks his eyes, restarting some programs in his brain so that he can be back to normal again. My guess. He helps me wear the dress and lie on the bed.

He goes to the bathroom again. With the voices of water I hear, he is acting like a clean freak again. This is the sixth time that he is taking a shower since morning and that is just hilarious.

He then comes out with only boxers, exposing a lot of things that I find sexy. The abs, the chest, the V line beneath his stomach and finally the member down there that seeks so much attention.

My heartbeats betray me at the thought of what I could do to it if I was not in this situation that I'm in.

But then, a quick flash of a reminder reminds me that If I didn't have these cramps, he would not be here until now.