Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

"Wet the bed? God no!" Alyssa embarrassedly pummeled Jasper's chest. He appeared fine, even when her fists hurt. "How could you say that?"

He grabbed her hand and rubbed it on his chest. "Fine, it's my fault. My brain froze. I bet I'll be the one wetting the bed when we're old and frail."

Alyssa, who was angrily drawing circles with her fingertip on his chest, suddenly let out a chuckle at his hilarious remark.

He questioned, "Anyway, what's wrong? You scared me for a while just now." He gently caressed her cheek with concern.

"I... I'm on my period." She clutched the blanket tightly and pressed her lips.

Although she and Jasper had slept together and trusted each other, she was incredibly sensitive about her image and strove to carry herself with elegance and discipline.

to the embarrassment. It took his patient guidance to break her mental barrier and release her feelings when they were

time seeing her acting

That's early." With a serious expression, he slowly flipped the blanket aside.

the stains. Guess I'm not sleeping tonight." Feeling frustrated partly because of the period,

to wake up early," Jasper

suggested, "Let's sleep in another bedroom. When morning comes, I'll get Mrs. Rosie to wash all the

embarrassing." She quickly shook her head. The thought of it mortified

can throw out the stained sheets

throwing out things that are perfectly fine? Anyway, help me change out the sheets. I'll wash the stains out the next morning." With that, she pressed a hand on her lower abdomen and shuffled to the bathroom moodily with

sorry, cast a bitter look at Alyssa. Memories flooded