SOPHIA
I wake up to my stomach roiling painfully. With one arm draped across my stomach, I use my other arm’s elbow to hoist myself up from the bed.
Sweet water fills my mouth and I sprint to the bathroom, shut the door harshly, bend down and empty the contents of my stomach. The smell of vomit almost makes me sick again but I manage to push it down.
Flushing the toilet, I get up and walk to the basin. The bathroom door bursts open and there he stands.
His nose scrunches up but he soon realizes that it’s the smell of vomit. I know he takes this the wrong way by the way his eyes darken and shadows fall on his face.
“Do I make you sick?” he voice is barely a whisper but I hear him loud and clear, the movement of my hands halting temporarily.
I simply stare at him and then pour a decen
