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The airport traffic was grueling as Trey zigzagged in between the cars that caused an inundated nauseous feeling to his stomach, “Please stop weaving in and out of this traffic, I could upchuck.”
“I thought you were in a hurry,” he laughed and slapped him on his upper back, “Oh, you’ll be fine.”
“Not at the risk of throwing up,” Ben bowed his head and held his hands over his face.
Trey cackled and his eyes narrowed on him, “You look queasy.”
“Don’t laugh, I get motion sickness easy, okay?”
“That’s hilarious.” Trey pulled the car over onto the side of the road. “I’m sorry… but it’s funny.”
He couldn’t help but laugh at himself, too, when he gazed at the pure pleasure on Trey’s face. “Would it give you utter joy to see me throw up?” Ben c****d his head sideways.
“You’re a trip.” Tr
