“Ye’ll be alright.” Sean said. His hand held onto yours, the other running through your hair as he kissed your face.

The man had zero clue on what he was supposed to do, nor did he know much about menstrual cramps, but he hated seeing you in pain. He was simply doing what that daft mind of his told him was correct.

He pinched your cheek, trying to make you laugh. “Want me to punch your arm? It’ll distract ya from the pain.” He laughed.