I don't know how people have periods of almost two weeks.

My period is just three days. Guess my body likes me.

"Owen," I whisper in his ear. He shifts in his sleep. After Tom left yesterday, we watched Eclipse. I fell asleep quickly, but Owen watched it completely. He woke me up after and we went to bed. 

I play with his hair. He groans, "Darling." His deep morning voice makes it sound so sexy. "Don't move," he whispers. I cock an eyebrow and move closer to him.

He grumbles. "I said don't." I move again and suddenly feel why he doesn't want me to move. He's hard.

"Baby," I whisper slowly. He hums and tucks his head deeper in my neck. I trace his neck to his back with my index finger, smiling as I do. He shivers at my touch. I love touching them.

He makes a happy noise when I kiss his cheek. "I love you," he whispers. My heart melts and I smile. "I love you too, cutie."

He looks up to look in my eyes, a lazy expression on his face. "Can't we just stay in bed the whole day?" 

I shake my head, giggling. "I have school. It's important to study, remember?" He nods, sheepishly. "After the finals, then?"

I nod. "Sure. After the finals." He smiles and hugs me closer. His eyes close once again and I mirror his movements. Hugs are the best.

But Aaron comes in, interrupting our cuddling. He grins and leans against the door. "As much as I understand the need to cuddle sunbeam, I have to steal her away," he announces. Owen groans and wraps his leg around me. I'm completely caged now.

"Owen," I giggle. He shakes his head. Aaron sighs and stands again, walking to me. He reaches for me, intending to pull me up. But Owen's grip on my waist tighten and I can't move anymore.

"Owen." Aaron seems annoyed, but Owen doesn't care. He makes a happy noise and smiles broader, eyes still closed. Aaron sighs deeply, clearly getting frustrated every second.

"Cutie, I think someone's getting mad. Why don't you let go of me? We'll hug while I study, okay?" He frowns, but nods. He releases his grip on me, sighing.

I give him a quick kiss while Aaron picks me up. "And how is my sunbeam doing?" he smiles. He walks out of Owen's room and in mine, heading to the bathroom. "I'm doing good, thank you," I giggle.

"It's my day today, which means Owen isn't getting hugs this afternoon," he informs. I frown. "Well, I'm not telling him." He puts me on the sink, gripping my hips in his hands.

He grimaces. "Me neither. Why can't we just let him figure it out by himself?" I cock an eyebrow. That's not fair.

"Let who figure out what?" Jordan comes in, smirking. I gulp. "No one nothing," Aaron mumbles. Jordan chuckles and joins us in the bathroom. "Hello, baby. You look hot today. I mean, you always do but it's more today. Not that you aren't hot without whatever you did, I'm just saying—"

I giggle and silence him. He looks down and blushes. My eyes widen. Jordan, blushing? "What's up with you?" He looks up, smiling softly. "I'm just myself, baby. Did Aaron tell you our game for today yet?"

My brows furrow. Game? Jordan grins after exchanging glances with Aaron, who shakes his head. "No? Let me explain you."

I nod, still confused. Aaron obviously knows where he's talking about, and he didn't tell me. I glare at him and he frowns, probably as confused as I am. "Wait. What did I do now?"

"You didn't tell me," I scoff and look at the other side, arms crossed against my chest. He pouts, "Sunbeam, he interrupted me before I could. Don't be mad." I still don't look at him.

He grabs my chin and makes me look at him, deep in his eyes. "If you're going to act upset for no reason, I'll give you a reason," he smirks, then walks off. My eyes widen. What could he possibly mean by that?

Jordan looks behind him until the door is closed, then looks back at me, grinning. "Oof. Strike one, babe." Huh? Strike one?"

I grab his shoulders and look in his eyes. "I am confused as frick, Jordan. What game? What strike?" He cocks an eyebrow at his shoulders and I let my hands fall. He presses my legs open and goes to stand between them.

"Don't worry about that strike, baby. It's only important when you have three. I wouldn't try it when I was you, but as me? I'd love it." His eyes glinster. "I'll tell you about the game now, though. Let me just take something."

He pulls something out of his pocket. I frown at it. It's like an egg, or something. Yeah, an egg. There's a short string attached to it, like with a tampon. My eyes widen in shock.

Is that supposed to go in me?

He smirks. "It's like a tampon, just a bit bigger. It'll be fun, baby. Though, if you're not comfortable with it, you don't have to." He looks in my eyes, as if searching for any anxiety.

"I just don't know how it'll fit," I admit nervously. I fumble with my sleeve. I'm just a small person, and that thing is huge.

He frowns. "It's not even half of my dick. My dick fits in you, so why not this?" 

Okay. True.

I shrug and take it by its string. "I don't see the point," I frown. He smirks evilly. "Oh, you will. Believe me." 

Not sure of that, I go the to toilet and bring it in. He's right, it's not that big. Walking is fine, so I don't know why I have to keep it in. What's the point in this? 

I'm still confused when I walk to the breakfast table. I sit down and start eating, listening to my guys chatting. Owen comes in, scowling as he sits down. I frown, waving at him. What's wrong with him?

He doesn't see my wave and stares at his plate, not eating anything. Hm. I stand up and walk over to him, hugging him from behind. "Hey, cutie. Are we a bit mad?" I giggle. He smiles and closes his eyes for a second.

"No, I'm sad. I miss your hugs," he pouts and pulls me on his lap. I chuckle and motion to Ethan he has to pass my plate. He grins, biting my donut. My jaw drops.

This noodle.

"Elijah, can you take my plate from Ethan and give it to me?" I sweetly ask. He looks up from the newspaper, frowns and then nods. He steals the plate, but puts it in front of him. Before I can progress what's happening, he's biting my donut too.

Ethan starts laughing, and so does Elijah. I glare at them. Half my donut is gone! "Jordan? Can you pass my donut?" I ask. He's my last hope. Owen is seated as far away from the plate as me and Aaron scares me right now.

Jordan grins and takes a bite too. I gasp. It's all gone now! Pouting, I cross my arms over my chest. 

"What am I supposed to eat as breakfast now, hm?"

*****

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