You were on your period. Every single time you got it, you'd become the most moody girl every. "Krysten." You whined, slapping his head as he laid on your stomach. He looked up. "Yes, baby?" "Is there fries at home? Can i have somee?" You whined and threw your head back. You didn't care that it was 12am. He chuckled, sitting up. The feeling of him off you sent a wave of coldness towards your skin. "I'll go get you some, yes? Do you need anything else?" He asked. "I'm okay, thanks love." His lips brush against yours, before you saw him leave your guy's room.