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I ran a comb through my hair, glaring at myself in the mirror. There were unnecessary bags under my eyes, and my skin had never looked worse.

I felt like crying.

There was just something off. I didn't feel like myself at all.

Then I had went to pee, and my unpleasant appearance was suddenly explained.

I had honestly forgotten about my period.

Menstruation was the bane of my existence. When I got my period, I got it bad. Everything was maximized by a thousand, and life was going to be ten times worse for the next week.

At least I wasn't going to be on my period during the wedding—something to be grateful for.

I needed my painkillers.

Now.

I keeled over the bathroom sink, gripping the corner like something was trying to crawl out of my abdomen and tear through my uterus.

I just wanted to lay in bed all day.

A pained groan escaped me, an ugly expression tainting my face as I attempted to limp back into Eros's bedroom.

However, as I went to twist the knob on the door, it swung open, causing me to fall into whoever was behind it. Luckily, I recognized the strong chest that supported me up.

"Angel," I heard his voice, my eyes still screwed shut. "What happened?"

He's concerned, and it makes my heart speed up.

"Nothing," I muttered, "Just cramps."

His hands caressed my waist, and when I opened my eyes, he was carrying me to the bed.

"Thank you," I spoke, reaching out to grasp him.

He felt so warm. I wanted to use him as my heating pad. Just being in his presence made me feel better.

Eros was clad in a black button up and slacks, looking ready for a day of rough business. He looked good enough to eat.

I could only imagine what type of nonsense he was going to be putting up with today. Probably more issues that stemmed from last night, and then he'll have to deal with another one of his father's daily calls. I didn't know whether to feel bad for him or be jealous.

My hips ached, my back stiffened against the mattress.

"I hate this for you," Eros's thumb ran over my flushed cheek.