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Nova
I’d already returned everything I’d brought to Astor’s bungalow back to my room in staff housing the day before he had to leave. When I woke up that morning, his arms holding me tight, I felt sick to my stomach and had to hurry out of bed to get to the bathroom.
My stomach churned, and my head was killing me. I blamed it on the glass of champagne I’d had during dinner the night before. And when I actually threw up, I made fun of myself as I washed my face. “Lightweight. A few months without any alcohol and you go and puke over one little drink.” After getting it all out, I felt a lot better and went back to bed.
Astor sat up, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. “You okay, baby? Did I hear you get sick in there?”
I climbed back under the blanket, snuggling in next to hi
