"Wait, Dante." Chloe stopped Dante's hand before it reached her most sensitive area. "I can't..." she whispered.

Dante stopped caressing her. His eyes narrowed at Chloe's sudden refusal, and his jaw tightened with frustration.

"What do you mean you can't?" Dante asked.

Chloe stepped away from him and turned so she could look him in the eyes. Those deep blue eyes showed a mixture of frustration and anger. Dante wasn't used to being rejected.

"I'm on my period," she replied, putting on an