Chapter 56

Marissa

The next morning I wake up feeling deliciously sore from our rough lovemaking the night before. But as I brush my teeth another, not so pleasant, feeling hits me. With a second to spare I run to the toilet and empty the contents of my stomach. Antonio comes rushing into the bathroom with his shirt halfway buttoned and his belt hanging loosely around his waist.

“Are you sick? Are you still affected by the concussion? Should I call for Dr. Stevens?” He collects my hair and rubs my back. I wave at his speech, still focused on heaving into the bowl. When I’m done he dries my mouth with a piece of paper.

“I can’t speak while throwing up!” I growl at him and he has the decency to look apologetic.

“How do you feel?”

“Much better now. It just came out of nowhere. But now I’m all fine.” He frowns at me.