Naomi POV
I give up.
I completely give up.
It felt like hell. I felt like s**t.
I was forcefully awakened by a murderous bout of nausea that sent me jumping right out of bed and running to the toilet in record time so I could empty the contents of my stomach into the toilet bowl.
Very fast legs you've got there, Naomi.
I kneel on the cold tile floor, my hands gripping the edges of the bowl. My body heaves. Nothing comes out. Just dry, painful retches that leave me gasping for air.
The room spins.
Sweat drips down my forehead.
I rest my head on my arm. The porcelain is cool against my skin.
"Naomi?" Kaelen's voice comes from the bedroom. "Are you okay?"
I do not answer. I cannot.
He appears in the doorway. His hair is messy. His shirt is unbuttoned. His gray eyes are wide.
"Wha
