Brian held her hair back as she vomited into the toilet. If she didn’t feel so horrific, she would be embarrassed. Champagne, juice, and chocolate were the absolute worst combination to overindulge in.
She spat the awful taste from her mouth and accepted the cool washcloth from Brian, wiping her mouth with it and holding it to her flushed cheeks.
“Can you take me home now?” she asked, not brave enough to look at him.
“Are you going to be sick again?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” she replied grumpily.
“Well, you’re not going anywhere near my Shelby unless you’re sure. Vomit is the absolute worst thing to clean up in a car.”
She leaned back against the wall and closed her eyes. Brian slid down the wall next to her and handed her a glass of water. She sipped cautiously, not sure if her poo
