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“Oh, you can just buy them?” I ask as Elijah grabs a plan B box, a smug smile on his face.
“Yep.”
“Why do you look so…proud of yourself?” I grumble as we head for the checkout.
“Because you were so lost to the pleasure of my cock that you didn’t even bother listening to me ask if I should pull out,” he says with a smirk.
“Shh!” I hiss, looking around to make sure no strangers just heard him say that.
“Your pussy milked me before I even knew–”
“Elijah!” I snap, covering his mouth with my hand. “Please, have mercy,” I beg, and he laughs. The sales associate gives me a very judgy look as we check out. Especially when Eli pays.
“I got this, angel,” he says with a wink, bumping me away from the register. “A gentleman always pays when he com–”
“I’ll be in the car! You are the worst!” I shout as I make my escape. I have never been more embarrassed. Eli finds it wildly entertaining to tease me. I need to find a way to repay him for that. When Eli gets back into the car a few minutes after me, I glare at him. Of course, he just smiles.
Handing me the small bag, he chuckles as he starts the car up, and we head to the bookstore.
“I got you a chocolate bar, too. The lady said eating first would help. There's water as well.”
“Thanks,” I mumble, pulling everything out, so I can read the instructions. Just swallow. I take the pill and nibble on the chocolate bar.
We end up in the bakery before work. Eli buys us both a bagel and coffee, and I get busy working. Three hours later, I’ve got my head in a toilet as I puke up what’s left of the bagel. It’s not long after that, that Eli is trying to puke in the same toilet.
“I think that cream cheese was bad,” I groan, and he nods. When he pulls his phone out, I don’t even blink.
“Sapphire needs a ride home. Food poisoning. Bring a bucket.” When Eli shoves his phone back into his pocket, I don’t have the energy to ask who he called. Not even three minutes later, I hear the twins. They both step into the bathroom. Zach lifts me, while Jer shoves a bucket into my arms.
“You good?” Jer asks Eli, who nods, waving the guys off.
“Yeah, I’ll head home–” But Eli never finishes the sentence.
“I’ll drive him home and have Isaiah come get me,” Jer says, but I don’t even really hear him. I just puke into my bucket as Zach carries me out the door.
He gets me home and settled on the couch with a new bucket. Zach never leaves my side as I dry heave over and over. There’s nothing left to throw up. He holds my hair up and rubs my back. I have no idea how long it’s been since I got home when the front door opens, and two men walk in. I frown. No, four men. Am I seeing double?
“We couldn’t leave him to take care of himself.” Jer shrugs, and I realize the fourth guy is being helped inside by Anton. They’re all here? Ugh. It was bad enough that the twins saw me like this, now they’re all here to witness my demise.
Dream has been hiding since I got home, probably scared off by the horrifying sounds I’m making. I must drift off to sleep, and when I wake up, Dream is curled up in my lap, purring.
The taste in my mouth is foul, and I have a horrible headache. I wince, attempting to sit up. A heavy hand on my shoulder stops me, and I blink up at Jer.
“Woah there, hotcakes. You probably shouldn’t sit up yet.” I don’t have the strength to protest, but someone places a pillow under my head to help me bend just a bit. Enough that when Isaiah materializes beside me, pressing a cup to my lips, I can sip the water.
“Eww,” I groan, but the word is more of a slurred eh sound. That was not water. That was some kind of gross juice thing.
“It’s Pedialyte. You’ve been vomiting for twelve hours,” Isaiah explains. He looks no better than I feel. He must know what I’m thinking, based on the look I’m giving him. “I’ve been taking care of you two since noon,” he grumbles, and I just blink. “You haven’t vomited in two hours. If you can keep liquids down until morning, I’ll give you some food. It’s past midnight. We’re going to move you two dead beats to your bed. We’ll take turns watching you. Can’t have him choking again.” Isaiah has been so…flirty and energetic for months. This is the first time I’ve seen him so serious in a while.
“You’re mad,” I say, but my voice is scratchy, and the words hurt my throat. Isaiah frowns and flinches at my words.
“No, I’m worried about you. What the hell made you so sick?”
“Bagel.” I wince at the reminder. It’s the only thing we both ate.
“Cream cheese,” Elijah adds, and I lift my head to see him sprawled out on the floor. I frown again, and Isaiah shakes his head.
“He refused to share the couch. The idiot has been lying there all damn day.”
