Adrian
“I’m on my period.”
The words hit me like a slap, sharp and sudden. I had been prepared for any number of excuses, evasions, or outright refusals. But that? That caught me off guard.
I was no saint.
I wanted Emily. Wanted her like fire burns—unrelenting, consuming. I wanted to hold her close, to feel her pressed against me, to breathe her in. Yes… I wanted the unholy things, the things no one should admit wanting.
But I wasn’t a monster. Not entirely. I didn’t want this to be just s*x. I didn’t want her to feel like an affair, like something secret and dirty, like she was a possession I could take whenever I pleased.
Her words, said so casually in the car, made the reality of our relationship feel clandestine, illicit… and it gnawed at me.
The truth was more complicated than
