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Yvonne's POV

I let Kylian tuck me in to his car like I was an invalid. He pulled away from the curb slowly and without jerking, which I was extremely grateful for. My stomach had protested my walk to the car, but there was no way I could lie on that bathroom floor all night. I prayed I could hold everything in until we got home. I would die if I vomited in his car. Absolutely. Fucking. Die. I ordered my stomach to cease and desist its revolt. My demands were being ignored. My stomach was still rolling. I could literally feel the bile in my throat. I prayed I could make it to my house without losing my cookies again. It took every ounce of willpower and self-control not to give in to the nausea. I couldn’t move or breathe for fear of losing that tiny bit of control I had going for me.

“Should I stop and pick something up?” he offered.

“No! Just drive me home, please.” I groaned.

“Okay. I’m going. Try and relax,” he said, trying to soothe me.

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