Zora glanced from the window to where Elon lay asleep beside her. She had managed to get very little rest during the long taxi ride to the neighboring city's airport and there was a reason for it. A tear coursed down her cheek at the reality of her situation.
She knew Elon intended on taking her somewhere special where they could be alone and away from distractions in order to enjoy their first time being together. Zora wiped at more tears feeling miserable.
She hadn't felt good when she'd woken up in the cell this morning. She had attributed it to left over fatigue from saving Elon and then there had been the excitement of escaping not to mention the exertion involved in being kissed for over an hour. But now it was an indisputable fact that she was beginning to start her period.
Her periods were miserable. Absolutely miserable and now was the wrong time!
She had been looking forward to becoming Elon's as much as he had been looking forward to claiming her and the timing of this natural occurrence was awful! Completely awful!
Maybe she was overreacting. Everything would be all right in four or five days.
Zora groaned and pressed her forehead against the glass of the window. She hated to disappoint Elon and make him wait any longer than he already had. He'd waited so long already and he'd been nothing but patient with her. She didn't want to tell him.
She wiped her tears away wishing she could wipe her headache and knotted up insides away too. She had to get a grip on her emotions, because the airport was just ahead.
The plane was small being a luxury jet. Again Zora could only imagine how much money Elon seemed to have at his fingertips should he require it. He led her to a seat and moved off to speak with the captain, who along with the copilot would be the only other people on the flight. She still didn't even know where they were headed to.
The flight door closed and Elon headed back to her and she busied herself looking out the window as she tried to relax into the plush leather seat. Relaxing was impossible though, because the aching hurt in her middle was just too much and the effort of trying to hide it had caused her to have a migraine sized headache.
She looked away from the window to Elon who had begun pulling cushions from the luxury interior seating and throwing them on the floor to form a narrow bed of sorts. Zora quickly looked back out the window. What was she going to do?