“Do you need me to get you something, princess?” He asks, crouching down to my level.
Fuck, I feel so embarrassed, but I need him to get me some pads. I didn’t have any here, so I needed him for that.
Embarrassed, I look down and say yes in a small voice.
“Princess, look at me.” He grabs my chin and makes me face him. "Tell me what you need, and I will get it, okay? Don't cry, love.” He says worriedly when he sees tears in my eyes.
How do I tell him that I am crying because I am embarrassed?! f**k, these hormones!!
I tell him the name and size. He carries me back to my bed even though I protest.
“Ashton, don't! I will get the sheets dirty! Hey! Hey!” I say as he carries me and puts me back on the bed.
“I will clean these if you dirty them. Don't worry about these. You are in pain, a
