Ah yes, the fateful Easter visit, when no one in my family knew that Will and I were seeing each other. I lured him into my room and convinced him to have unprotected sex while my family was obliviously hanging out downstairs.

Lord. Will’s entire life had flashed before his eyes when Jensen knocked on the door.

“You couldn’t remember to pick up laundry soap today but you remembered that?” I asked.

“Yeah. Well.” Will was quite a bit taller than me, and even standing at my back, he could peer over my shoulder. “May I?” he finally asked, motioning to the box and its contents.

“Knock yourself out,” I said, walking to the freezer and returning with a pint of ice cream. Spoon in hand, I hopped up on the counter next to him and popped off the lid.

He pulled out pair after pair, wiggling his eyebrows and kissing me full on the mouth whenever one sparked a particularly happy memory. Turns out, unpacking was way more fun than packing.

“Wait,” he said, slowing as he came to the plainer ones toward the bottom. “Why have I never seen any of these before?”

I dipped my spoon into the container and lifted a bite to my mouth. “Because those are my Ladies’ Days undies.”

His eyes flew to mine. “Your what?”

“Menstruation?”

Will nodded, unfazed as he turned back to the box. “Got it.”

“You’re so progressive sometimes it’s actually a little dorky. Cute, but dorky.”

He looked back up again, giving me a crooked smile. “You have special underwear for when you’re on your period and I’m the dorky one?”

I shrugged. “Well, yeah.”

He blinked a few times. “Why do you bother?”

“These days I wouldn’t want to ruin my nice ones, but back in grad school I didn’t have nice ones.” I snorted as I took another bite. “Nobody saw my underwear then. You know, I even remember a Kickstarter this guy did for something called Period Panties. They all had names like Shark Week or Cunt Dracula. I think there was even a pair that said Rambo: First Blood and had a unicorn that had just been in a bar fight or something.” I lifted a bite of fudge brownie to my mouth, only to see Will staring at me. I paused. “What?”

“I can’t decide if that’s terrifying or absolutely genius.”

I nodded, taking the bite and swallowing before saying, “If I’m remembering correctly, it was so you didn’t have to ward off unwelcome advances that week. So instead of saying, ‘Sorry, baby, it’s that time of the month!’ you could just throw this gang sign near your vagina and flash your Period Panties.”

I made what I’m sure was a crude V motion with my spoon directly at my crotch and then took another bite of ice cream.

“Have you always been this weird?” Will asked.