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“I don’t feel so good.”
“Just lean into me.”
“The room is spinning, Ryan. I can’t see.”
“I know, just hold onto me.”
In what felt like seconds, the room closed in on me.
“I think I’m going to fainttt…”
Faster and faster. the world caved in on me, and there was no controlling it. All I could do was hope for the best because the next thing I knew…
Everything. Went. Black.
Chapter Five
—Evie—
“Mmm…” I groaned. My head was pounding.
I stirred awake, and my eyes fluttered open. Almost instantly I realized I wasn’t in my bedroom, and my body jolted forward, sitting straight up at attention.
“Oh God,” I whimpered, closing my eyes as I grabbed my throbbing skull.
I couldn’t contemplate where I was, my blinding headache wouldn’t allow it. Fear crept its way into my chest, with panic quickly following. I didn’t remember anything beyond talking to that guy.
What was his name again? Ryan?
Sweat pooled at my temples while my body shook. I was freezing, feeling like I was going to be sick.
Where was I?
Seconds later, I heard a familiar voice ask, “So tell me, darlin’. Do you make it a habit of accepting drinks from strangers?”
My eyes shot open, following Caleb’s voice. Although the room was dim, all the blinds were closed. I could see he was sitting in a chair beside the bed, one leg draped over his knee while his elbow laid on the armrest. His fingers were over his mouth, rubbing his lips in a back and forth motion.
“I can’t tell you how relieved I am to see you right now.”
“Really?” he countered. “Seeing as I’m fucking furious with you.”
“I … I … I don’t know what to say.”
“How about you start with answering my question?”
“Caleb.” I anxiously shook my head. “I don’t feel so goo—” My body moved on autopilot. One second I was sitting there, the next I was jolting forward over the edge of the mattress, projectile vomiting all over the floor.
Kill me now! How embarrassing!
I blinked, and Caleb was at my side, placing a garbage can in front of me. His close proximity triggered my nerves, only making me throw up harder. All I wanted was for him to leave the room. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I felt my hair being pulled away from my face, and I realized he was holding it back for me.
“It’s alright, Evie. You need to get it all out.”
“I’m so sorry,” I stressed, resting my forehead on the rim of the can, wanting to feel the cool metal against my clammy flesh. “I’ve never felt like this before.”
Finally, I fell back into the bed. Exhausted was an understatement. I was weak and helpless—this was not my finest moment by any means. As soon as I felt the cold washcloth over my face, I loudly moaned in satisfaction. Caleb let me lay there, wallowing in misery for what felt like forever.
Once I didn’t feel like I was dying, I breathed out, “Thank you so much.”
