"Ow, damn it!"
Why is there always something that disturbs the best dreams? Just as you're about to kiss the guy, you need a glass of water. Just as you're about to get a fantastic soccer scholarship, your bladder decides it needs to be emptied. Just as you're about to get whisked away on a romantic weekend break, he yells - wait, he yells?
"Duke..." I groaned, pulling a pillow over my head and squeezing my eyes shut. "It's the middle of the night!" I added a few seconds later, voice raising to something that might at least be heard by whom it was directed at.
"It's actually almost noon."
I peeked out from under the pillow towards my alarm clock and sighed. It was almost noon. Eleven fifty five, to be exact. "Why were you yelling?" I questioned, looking over to the door, where my boyfriend was leaning up against the frame, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"I walked into... a door?" He mumbled, not sounding quite sure of himself but smiling regardless. "My nose is bleeding. Can I, uh... borrow one of your tampon things?"
I couldn't help myself from bursting out laughing. That incident hadn't been mentioned since, but the deadly serious tone he used to ask the question made it even more humorous. "You do know that it was just a cover story, right?" I asked, eyebrows raising.
"Yeah, I know..." He shrugged, catching the dripping blood with the back of his free hand. "Like I said, they work."
"Why do I get the feeling it's your new trick of the trade?"
A grin spread across his face, and all I could do was gesture weakly to my dresser before allowing my head to drop back against the pillows. I sincerely hope he's never done this in front of people.