Tasha's face went pale.
Her hand shot to her stomach, pressing against the fabric of her sweater. Her eyes widened, and she doubled over slightly, sucking in a sharp breath through her teeth.
"Shit," she muttered under her breath.
Liam straightened immediately, his smirk vanishing. "What? What's wrong?"
She didn't answer right away.
Her face twisted in discomfort, and she wrapped both arms around her midsection like she was trying to hold herself together.
"Tasha?" His voice came out sharper now, tinged with alarm. "What the hell just happened?"
She looked up at him, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I... I just got my period."
Liam blinked. "Your what?"
"My period," she repeated, her voice quieter now, almost apologetic. "I need—" She hesitated, then sighed. "I need supplies. Like, now."
For a moment, Liam just stood there, staring at her like she'd spoken a different language.
Then panic set in.
