HUNDRED AND THIRTEEN

"Amore," I felt someone shaking me awake, and I pulled away. I moan, dipping my head more into the pillow. "Come on, baby, you need to get up." It was Sin; his fingers traced my face.

"No," I whined. "I want to sleep some more." I heard his husky laugh.

"I know, baby, but it's already 12 p.m. and you haven't had anything," he whispered, and my eyes shut.

"Food!" I exclaimed. I jumped out of bed, sprinting to the bathroom.

I quickly lean down on the toilet seat, letting out all the contents of last night's dinner. I groaned. I felt a presence behind me, clipping my hair with one hand while the other rubbed my back.

"Are you feeling okay?" he asked and i shook my head. Nauseousness built up inside me again, and I spilled my guts out, my throat hurting.

When I felt it was safe for me to stand, I flushed the toilet. I brushed my teeth, trying to get rid of the taste of vomit on my tongue. After I was done, I splashed my face with water. I walk back to the room with Sin trailing behind me.