Page 119 of Bad Run

“Period presents?” Confused, she raises her eyebrow at me.

Yep. Total dumbass.

“I don’t know why I said that. I have snacks and supplies for you. Can I please come in?”

“Of course.” With a smile, she opens the door wide, inviting me inside.

As I enter the small apartment, her delicious scent smacks me in the face, making my cock spring to life. Ignoring the tightness in my pants, I place the bags in my hands on the small whitewash wood dining table.

I look around, taking in her home. Every color of the rainbow, especially pink, accents the space. Whitewashed wood furniture, a small plush couch, a medium-sized flat screen on the wall, colorful art, lots of pictures, and a few plants.

It’s cozy, and very much Gwen.

I glance over my shoulder to where she stands watching me. “Your place is cute.”

“You mean small.”

“No.” I shake my head. “I mean, cute. It’s very you. I like it.”

“Thanks.” Her shoulders visibly fall from her ears. She closes the space between us and stands beside me, in front of the table. She pokes at one of the bags, trying to peek inside.

I playfully smack her hand. “Nuh-uh. Patience, little witch.”

“Hey. Not cool.” She rubs the back of her hand.

I pull out a chair at her small dining table and point. “Take a seat, and I’ll show you what I bought.”

Gwen narrows her eyes at me but takes the seat as instructed.

“Good girl,” I coo.

She bites her lower lip, fighting back a smile. “Just show me already.”

“This one first.” I hand her a brown paper bag and watch her open it. Her jaw falls open, and her eyes widen in surprise.

Two of Gwen’s favorite foods are fries and donuts. When I passed one of the best French-fry stands on my way here, I immediately pulled over to grab an order.

“Are these fries from Fry Day?” She brings the bag to her nose and inhales.

Something about her reaction pleases the beast in me. The big bastard curls up into a ball and lies down. Proud and content.

“Only the best fries for my lady,” I say with a wink.

“Your lady, huh?” Gwen chuckles, shoveling a bundle of parmesan truffle fries into her mouth. She moans, and my cock is as alive as Frankenstein’s monster after a round of electroshock.

“Just eat your fries.”

Willing my dick to chill out, I clear my throat and return to digging through the bags. I pull out a variety of chocolates, candies, a bag of pre-popped popcorn, different flavored sports drinks, a jar of eye masks, a fluffy marshmallow-pink blanket I saw sitting on the shelf and knew had to be hers, two heated weight pillows, a pair of fuzzy socks, some over-the-counter painkillers, and a box of store-bought donuts.

“Oh my god, this is so much. Did you buy out the whole store?”

“Just about. Did I miss anything?” I ask, nervously scanning the table.

“This is perfect. More than perfect. No one has ever done this for me before.”

The beast in me is up on his hind legs, howling at the moon in pride. “Happy to be the first. You deserve to be pampered.”

“It’s just my period. I’ll survive.”