“Oh s**t, Cal!” Kai slammed her palm down on Cal’s chest, waking him from his sleep.
“What?!” He sat straight up watching her wince in pain. “Is it time?” She couldn’t answer, instead clenched her jaw hissing.
He couldn’t actually guess if it was time. It had been “time” three times this week. Each “time” was considered a “false alarm.” However, Callum Jackson learned during the second “time” not to question Kaiya Thompson whether or not she was “sure,” unless he wanted a kick between the legs.
Yeah, she got him when he was lying down, the only time she could reach him there with her foot.
Now, whenever it was “time,” he kept his skepticisms to himself.
Kai was finally able to breathe out, “my legs are all wet.”
“What?” He looked down at the wet spot in the sheet
