Chapter 53

Arrick hands me a glass of water in bed and sits on the edge to look at me. He seems calmer than when we first got in and practically dumped me in here to high-tail it to the bathroom. My boy is a bit of a germaphobe with certain things, and vomit touching him seems to turn him from manly caretaker to cringing nauseated man-child.

“Feeling better?” He smiles, looking fresh and clean from the very long shower in which he probably bleached his skin to death. It wasn’t exactly my crowning moment of sexiness, but I have a good boyfriend who didn’t say anything about me ruining his night or making him take his expensive jacket, shirt and pants and put them straight in a black bag as soon as he got in the bathroom.

“Much.” I smile and take a sip, now dressed in one of Arry’s t-shirts.

“I think we should have stayed home and let you fully recover.” He watches me drink a little, then takes the glass when I hold it out to him and puts it on my bedside.

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