Juliet frowned sharply, keeping her arm over her eyes. “What do you mean?”
Darcy was quiet for a few seconds. “I think it was pretty clear that you weren’t your typical self. You seemed to need something… different.”
She scrunched her face up as her stomach tied up in knots. She could only imagine what moral high-horse Darcy would think about how Juliet had essentially sold her soul to the devil at the start of her career.
“Sometimes you just need something different,” she said, rolling her lips. “Don’t be nosy.”
Ugh, yeah, her migraine was getting worse, the stabbing feeling intensifying like it was wrestling against the final remnants of the medication in her system. She hissed in a breath.
“Are you okay?” Darcy asked, and Juliet could feel that she’d leaned in like she was trying to get close enough to see Juliet’s face under where she had it covered.
Narrowing her eyes against even the dim lighting in her bedroom, she saw that she was right. Darcy was looking at her in a way that was far more alert than she usually was after sex.
“I’m fine. I just have a migraine.” Again. Or, she supposed, it was the same one from earlier.
“Oh,” Darcy drew the sound out for several moments. “I didn’t know you got migraines? Regularly? Do you?”
“Mhmm,” she sighed out. “I need to get my medication before it gets worse or my flight is going to be a nightmare.” Because she couldn’t take more than two doses in twenty-four hours, but this one would be wearing off around the time she had to be in the air.
Darcy’s hands quickly shot out, pressing gently on her shoulders. “Stay there. I’ll get it.”
She hopped up, clearly eager to be of service in all her naked glory.
Juliet could only stare for a few seconds, before she closed her eyes again. “You don’t even know where it is.”
“Obviously not. Tell me.”
She waved her hand in the direction of her ensuite. “It’s in an injection pen, in the draw next to the sink. The farthest one to the left.”
She could hear Darcy rustling through her drawers in the bathroom, before she returned in a flash. She presented Juliet with the pen, standing on her side of the bed.
“Do you want me to do it?” Darcy looked down at the medication. “Is it the same as an EpiPen? I’ve had to use those on people at the bowling alley before.”
Juliet shook her head, sitting up. “No, I’ll do it myself.” She grabbed it from Darcy, before she paused. “Thanks, though.”
Darcy shrugged, watching Juliet intently as she injected the medication.
“I guess I should go, then. You should sleep. Do you want me to turn the lights off?”
Juliet tipped her head to the side as she watched Darcy start to move around the room, looking for her clothing. “Do you have two modes? Sleep right after we have sex or leave immediately after?”
She was kind of joking, but also… not.
Darcy paused where she stood, her shirt in her hands. “No? I just mean – you clearly have something going on. And you aren’t feeling well.”
Juliet waved her hand, dismissively. “It’s fine. Happens often enough. Just have to push through.”
“I mean… not when you’re in pain.”
“I’m not – I’mfine,” she stressed to Darcy, exasperated. It was even a little silly, really, for Juliet to consider what Darcywas saying. “Look, the world doesn’t stop because I get a migraine. This is all a part of the deal.”
Darcy’s eyebrows furrowed deeply, like she was ready to refute what Juliet was saying. But she didn’t want her to. She didn’t want Darcy trying to dig in more about her.
Instead, she drew her knees up to her chest, resting her chin on them as she asked, “Think you’ll be able to sleep tonight at the hotel the way you do here after sex? Seems like an interesting experiment for us to run.”
“I guess so. I’ll text you in the morning with the results.”
“Can’t wait,” she returned, dryly.
