“Shiloh?”
Fuck. Fucking fuck.
My hands were shaking, and I spun around as the room suddenly illuminated. Enoch was rubbing his eyes, squinting at me.
“What’s wrong?”
My hair was sticking to the back of my neck and the shirt I was wearing was absolutely soaked. I clawed the shirt off my body roughly examining it for signs of blood, but of course it was just sweat.
The metallic taste in my mouth sent my hand covering my mouth.
Oh god, I’m gonna puke.
I raced across the hall, my legs trembling, and just made it into the bathroom before the gagging began. My knees hit the tiled floor with a sharp rattle through my bones. I squeezed my eyes tight.
Fuck.
There was nothing I could do but white-knuckle grip the toilet seat violently retching again and again and again. My whole body was shaking, teeth chattering and sweat tickling my hairline as it trickled down my face. I flinched away from the hands on my back, my hair being secured behind my head. I spat into the bowl and tugged at the toilet paper roll beside me,blowing my nose. I gagged again when I realized I had vomit in my nose too and tried to ignore the burning taste of it as I attempted to remove it.
The toilet flushed for me, and I leaned away, still shaking and clammy. I shuddered, the cool siding of the tub-shower felt heavenly against my bare back, and I focused on trying to take even breaths. Goosebumps spread across my skin with the drying sweat and I realized I was half naked.
“Fuck.”
I hastily covered my naked chest with my legs and glanced over at Enoch.
He sat on the edge of the tub beside me and reached out to tuck some loose hair behind my ear. “You want to take a cool shower? Or you still need to be over the toilet?”
Of course he wouldn’t mention the fact that I was literally half naked with my tits out in front of him. Ever the fucking perfect gentleman. My stomach was still queasy, and I didn’t think I could hold my own body weight to stand in the shower. But fuck did I want to feel clean. I sighed.
My eyes were burning and throbbing from the involuntary tears that I had shed while puking, and I couldn’t even muster the energy to give him a nonverbal response. Was this it? My fate. To always embarrass myself and puke every time I was around Enoch and his family.
Fucking hell.It sure fucking felt like it was. If I had just fucking gone home, I could’ve avoided all of this. With one more pitiful breath, I forced myself to push off the tub to stand.
“Shit,” Enoch mumbled. His hands on my waist were the only reason I was still upright. My legs were like fucking Jello.
“Let me help you get into the tub.”
I didn’t object, just let him hold me steady, until I was standing inside only clothed from the waist down. Another waveof painful chattering overtook my jaw and I tried to cover my breasts so that I wasn’t exposed.
“Be back in just a minute. Lean against the wall or sit down so you don’t fall over.”
Enoch shut the door behind him and the silence in the room left me hyper aware of my teeth chattering and panting breaths. I took his advice and leaned against the wall unsure of what the hell he was doing or what he planned to do with me once he came back.
Was he going to try and bathe me? Oh god. I’ve hit a new fucking low.
The door slowly opened, and I straightened up in confusion at the sight of his mom in a long robe and slippers.
“Hey there. Feelin' sick, huh?” She stepped inside and closed the bathroom door behind her.
I was stunned in silence.Why the hell did he have to get his mom? Fuck my life.This.Thisis my new low.
“Let’s get ya nice and fresh, and then back into bed.”
I tried to search her face for signs of annoyance or disgust, but she just powered on over to the tub, grabbing my wrist and motioning for me to remove the rest of my clothes. It took me a moment, but I awkwardly removed my arm covering my chest and used her support to push down my shorts and underwear. She guided my hands to her shoulders and lowered herself to retrieve the clothes as I stepped out of them.
Fuck this is so goddamn embarrassing. Butt-ass naked in front of the guy I like’s mom.
“Sit down and I’ll grab a washcloth.”
