---What?---
(Gemma's Point of View)
The contents of my stomach emptied into an extremely fancy porcelain bowl. Not that there was much in my stomach to begin with. I felt absolutely gross. I just slept who knows how many hours, yet I was so exhausted. I had never felt so....rough. I'm never riding on a plane again.
It didn't help that Seamus was hovering over me the entire time. Mate or not, this was not how I wanted him to see me, but I knew he wouldn't leave. He hadn't since he had sped me up the stairs and through his room to get to his en suite bathroom. What? Were there no bathrooms downstairs?
The question was lost has I turned and heaved again. Shea continued to move my hair and h
