Back in the room, I was curled up beside Aiden, the warmth of his body lulling me into a food coma.
The bed was soft, scented like him, and for once, everything felt peaceful.
Until it didn’t.
Nothing, and I mean nothing, prepared me for the war that began in my stomach that night.
A subtle gurgle in my stomach warned me like the distant sound of war drums. I ignored it.
Then it came again. Louder. More menacing.
I froze.
Aiden shifted beside me, his arm lazily thrown over my waist.
"You okay, love?"
"Mhm," I hummed like an innocent angel who was not harboring a full-blown intestinal rebellion.
My gut twisted.
Okay, abort mission. I had to go.
I slipped out from under his arm like a thief in the night, moving with the grace of a ninja trained in embarrassment aversion.
My bar
