"I'm tired of fighting, Gideon.
I just want some peace and quiet for a night.
I've been feeling off all day."
"Are you sick?" He shifted, cupping the back of my neck gently and pressing his lips to my forehead.
"You don't feel hot.
Is your stomach upset?" I breathed him in, absorbing the delicious scent of his skin.
The urge to press my face into the crook of his neck was nearly overwhelming.
"No."
And then it hit me.
I groaned.
"What is it?" He pulled me into his lap, cradling me close.
"What's wrong? Do you need a doctor?" "It's my period," I whispered, not wanting Angus to overhear.
"It should start any day now.
I don't know why I didn't realize it before.
No wonder I'm so tired and cranky; I'm hormonal."
He stilled.
After a heartbeat or two, I tilted my head back to search his face.
With his lips twisted ruefully, he admitted, "That's a new one for me.
Not something that comes up in the course of a casual sex life."
"Lucky you.
You get to experience the inconvenience reserved for men with girlfriends and wives."
"I am lucky."
Gideon brushed loose strands of my hair away from my temples, his own luxuriant hair falling around that chiseled face.
"And maybe, if I'm really lucky, you'll feel better tomorrow and like me again."
Ah, God.
My heart ached in my chest.
"I like you now, Gideon.
I just don't like you keeping secrets.
It's going to break us up."
"Don't let it," he murmured, tracing my brows with his fingertip.