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“You’re really on your period?” He asks disappointedly once he discovered the string of the tampon I’m wearing.

“I never lied.”

“But I thought you always have your period at the beginning of the month?”

“Yep, I’m two weeks late. Perhaps because of the stress from this quarantine. Or the dying that’s happening all over the world.”

“So no sex..?”

“No sex.” I reply with a smile, finding it humorous to answer such questions, with him behaving like an innocent little boy.

“But just now you asked if I wanna do something fun?”

I giggle hearing the enquiry, “Fun for me, not sure for you though.”

“What do you mean?”

I quickly sit up while reaching for his t-shirt that he removed earlier, wanting to wear it since it’s a bit awkward to be topless without doing anything.

“Hey,” he tugs on the very same t-shirt, tossing it far away that I can’t believe he did that when he clearly knows I want to wear it.

He reads my frustration but grins anyway, “I'm not done with you,” then proceed to pulli