Cruz:
She was already awake when I opened my eyes.
The bathroom light was on, door cracked just enough to see her shadow moving behind it. I heard the sink running, then the unmistakable sound of her retching. f**k. I threw off the blanket and crossed the room in three strides.
"Baby?"
No answer. Just another dry heave. My chest pulled tight as I stepped inside. She was crouched in front of the toilet, one arm braced on the wall, the other holding her tangled hair back. Her skin was pale, sweat clinging to her neck. She looked up, embarrassed and furious all at once.
"Go away," she muttered.
I knelt beside her anyway, sweeping her hair gently over one shoulder. "You sick or is this about tonight?"
She didn’t say anything, but the look in her eyes said enough. It wasn't food poisonin
