Page 62 of Doctor I Do

Tahlia

Moving around my bedroom, I’m quick to realize what a mistake it was drinking so much at the club last night. I’ll blame Maddison for buying the drinks, but I only have myself to blame for the consumption.

The room seems to move when I feel the hard walls against my fingertips as I enter the bathroom. My stomach twists and my mouth makes excess saliva, letting me know I’m going to be sick.

I can’t even run to make it, but I’m grateful I needed to pee, so I’m already here, and in two steps, I’ve thrown up my night.

And I repeat the sickness a few more rounds. I didn’t think I could feel any worse until a gentle touch to my shoulder makes me want to hide somewhere. But unfortunately for me, this is Alex’s house and there’s nowhere to hide when my stomach empties again.

“Can I get you anything?”

I wipe my mouth, but keep my head down to the bowl, embarrassed to face him. “No. I’m okay. I deserve this.” I laugh, keeping my chin down. Sitting back on my heels, my hands hold on to the rim.

His hand continues to rub slow circles on my back. “I would say no, but you did say you had shots.”

The flashbacks of the night hit me…there wasn’t just one round of shots.

I groan. “Yeah, shots. I can’t believe I drank them. I know they are lethal, yet I did it anyway.”

“You’re allowed to have fun. Relax, you’ll feel better in a couple of hours.”

I wish. I launch myself forward, expelling whatever is left in my stomach. It actually hurts my stomach now.

His hands hold my hair before draping it over my shoulder and down my back in one soft stroke. “I’ll get you some Hydralyte and Tylenol.”

I nod. His heavy steps leave my room and move down the stairs, and I drop my head on my arm to close my eyes.

A few minutes later, he’s back and lifting me in his arms. His hard chest, warm body, and calming scent surround me.

“What are you doing?” I murmur, half asleep.

“Taking you to bed,” he whispers.

He eases me down onto the bed, and I blink, trying to focus on his face.

His hand reaches out to shift a strand of hair away from my eyes. “Hey.” He smiles, and it’s a boyish one.

If I had the energy, I would grumble, but I just muster up a smile back.

“Sit up for a second and take these, then let yourself sleep.”

I nod as he turns and grabs the pills, helping me take them, and then I shuffle back down as he hovers over me to tuck me in.

When I next wake, I blink and stretch. “You’re awake.”

His deep voice has me tilting my head back, and I see him sitting in a chair.

“What are you doing there?”

The way he’s easing back, scrolling on his phone with a leg crossed over the other knee, he’s totally relaxed. It’s as if sitting in the corner of my room watching me sleep isn’t weird or abnormal.

I stare at his profile. I’m mad at how perfect his jawline is and the dark beard that’s forming as the day draws on. The lines around his eyes give him a sexy older vibe, and his dark brows frame those damn captivating blue eyes.

His hair has managed to stay perfectly styled on top of his head, and I curl my hands to prevent myself from walking over and running my fingers through it. Messing it up. I liked the messy hair I saw the night I caught him jerking off.

I like the relaxed version. The charming version is nice, but I want the Alex who’s reserved for just me.

Yeah, I want more of that. Except I shouldn’t after he’s turned me down.

---