Page 77 of Xander
And there I stood, waiting.
What the hell was taking her so long to come to the door? I was fucking tired. I wanted to climb into bed behind her, wrap her in my arms, and go to fucking sleep.
I knocked again. Hard.
Then I waited.
Then my phone beeped in my pocket.
I pulled it out.
Nola – Go home.
Me – No. I need you, baby.
Nola – Fuck.
Nola – Hang on.
I stood there as I waited.
And then the door opened.
And I muttered a curse as I stepped forward and placed my hand on her face, ‘Fuck, baby. What’s wrong?”
Her face tightened, and then it paled even further; how that was possible, I didn’t know.
Then her hand went to her mouth, and she raced away.
Hurriedly, I closed the door and then followed her to the bathroom.
Seeing a hair tie on her bathroom counter, I used it to tie her hair back as she wretched in the toilet.
I tagged a wet washcloth and used it to wipe at the back of her neck, trying to help.
In the toilet, she muttered, “I shouldn’t have eaten that sub hours after I got it.”
I snorted.
Once she was done vomiting, I helped her wipe her mouth off and swish some mouthwash in her mouth, then I pressed a kiss on her forehead and led her to bed.
Once she climbed in, I stripped off and followed her.
I had my arms around her, my face buried in the top of her hair, with her face pressed into my chest.
“Why did you need me earlier?” she asked.
“Tell you about that tomorrow. Try and get some sleep.” I told her.
She nodded weakly.
I was going to allow myself this one night.
This one night of being in bed with her.
And the entire night, I knew that I would have to beat those words back, and I had been right.
Tainted.
