Walking in on you, curled up in a fetal position in bed, with your arms pushing onto your abdomen was definitely a sight he didn’t know how to take in.

He’s had previous girls, but he also never cared enough to pay attention to their cramps.

But maybe he should’ve because now he was at a lost of what to do—or even what period cramps really were.

“So…” He trailed off, looking around, “do you need something?”

He put his hands up in defense when you glared at him. “I’m not a chick, man.”