Was he trying to say . . . oh my God. She just realized what he meant.
Why the hell did she have her hand on his cock? Humiliation flooded her. This was just too much. Without opening her eyes, she let go then drew herself further under the covers, curling herself up like a turtle.
Snaggles was with her, and she grasped hold of him, rubbing his ear back and forth under her nose for comfort.
That was it. She was going to become a complete hermit. She was going to hide away for the rest of her days. There was no coming back from this sort of embarrassment.
Also, she’d had her hand on Cash Savage’s dick.
She was aware that it was kind of weird to keep saying his full name in her head. And out loud sometimes.
But she couldn’t help it. It just sounded so good.
Imagine being Addie Savage.
Jeez. She was like one of those kids at school who wrote their name in a heart with their secret crush.
Addie had never really had the chance to do that, which was a bit sad when she thought about it. Maybe she was making up for lost time now.
She could also tick something else off the long list of things that Addie hadn’t done.
She had touched a man’s cock.
Only, she hadn’t had his permission. Had he been unwilling? Had she abused him? Did he know that she’d been half asleep and she really hadn’t meant to? What if he didn’t know that?
What if he was now upset with her?
Her heart started to beat rapidly and she knew she was going to be ill. Even though she didn’t want to move, she also didn’t want to vomit in the bed, so she forced herself to climb out of bed and race over to the attached bathroom. She made it to the toilet just in time as bile exploded out of her mouth.
Sobs of pain and embarrassment filled the room. Could things get any worse?
And then she felt him behind her, pulling back her hair and rubbing her back. The warmth of him infiltrated the cold in her bones, warming her from the inside out.
Yep, it seemed that things could get worse. He was a witness to her vomiting. Once again.
Honestly, she’d vomited more in the last few days than she had in the last few years.
It scraped her throat raw and made her stomach clench painfully. It wasn’t like she’d had that much to eat last night, so there was hardly anything to come up. Instead, she was just spewing up bile which tasted revolting.
“Please leave,” she begged through a throat that was scraped raw. “I feel humiliated enough without you watching me throw up.”
“Don’t talk. Just breathe nice and slow and calm yourself down. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”
That was easy for him to say. He hadn’t been the one feeling her up.
Not that she’d probably complain about that.
Addie! Get your mind out of the gutter!
Her stomach heaved again, and he held her, but there was nothing left to come out. So she just ended up sagging against his hold, her body too tired to hold her up as she cried silently. He reached over and closed the lid before flushing the toilet and sitting her on top.
“Wait right here,” he told her.
Well, she could do that since she wasn’t actually able to move. She figured if she tried to stand, she’d probably land on her face.
When he returned, he was holding a bottle of water and Snaggles. He handed her Snaggles and then held the bottle of water up to her mouth.
“Small sips,” he told her.
