Massage
ARA’S POV
I let my fingers roam over his soft hair and started slowly massaging his scalp.
‘God, how come his hair is softer than mine?’ And again, my mind mocked, ‘Really, Ara, is it time to think about this?’ And I roll my eyes.
He looked up and asked, "Are you having your periods, My Queen?"
Hearing this, I flet hot suddenly. My body gets wormed up. I must have become beetroot, as embarrassed was an understatement of what I felt just now.
I just wanted the mother of earth to swallow me right here, right now. Gosh, can I die right now?
He was so close to that area and must have smelled.
Am I smelling bad? Didn’t I changed my pad when needed?
But I don’t think so.
God, please kill me right here, right now. Tears were in my eyes.
"You don’t have to be embarras
