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ASHLEY.

I turned in my sleep, snuggling into Arden's body and allowing his warmth to cocoon me. The smell of his body wash wafted into my nose and I felt nausea hit me immediately. Bile rose to my throat and I tried to pry myself out of his strong hold. The more I took time to get out of his arms, the overwhelming the urge to throw up became.

When I finally freed myself from his grip, I bolted off the bed, dashing right into the bathroom. I uncovered the lid of the water closet, puking my dinner out. I groaned, massaging my temples. I spat out the remnants of the vomit into the closet and closed the lid, dropping to the floor with a thud.

I suddenly felt so weak and light-headed. It felt like I had just puked my intestines out. I made sure to stay close to the closet and got everything out of my system before I got up and flushed it.

I sauntered over to the sink, rinsing off my mouth and face. I took a quick look at my reflection, furrowing my brows. I looked alright. If I were sick