I wake up to sweet kisses on my shoulder, but I can’t even think about it as the nausea from last night hits me. I jump up, and run to the bathroom, hitting the toilet right before I start puking into it.
I sit there regretting my choices from the night before, when I feel the hair lift off my back and a cold washcloth grace my forehead, then a hand rubbing gently up and down my back.
I moan, hating that they’re watching me while I throw up, but loving what they’re doing.
I finally get it all out of my system and get up, walking to the sink to brush my teeth. My whole-body hurts. I stare at the shower, wanting to get in, but having no desire to actually get in.
Issac chuckles, picking me up and striding for the shower. Dean turns it on, and we wait for it to get hot, while Issac gently kisses from my neck to my shoulder.
I groan, “Stop, I’m disgusting.” I whine, throwing my head into his chest. His body shakes with laughter, “Sunshine, I would have taken you while you were bent over t
