Morning light filtered through the heavy curtains, casting a soft, golden glow across the room, painting the walls with warmth. I barely had time to savor the tranquility of the moment, to appreciate the beauty of the dawn, before my stomach churned violently.I scrambled out of bed, my movements clumsy and desperate, and rushed to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before I threw up, the contents of my stomach emptying to the floor in a violent and convulsive spasm. I managed to get to the toilet and God! I nearly gave up my large intestine.My whole body trembled, racked with shivers, as I knelt there, one hand gripping the cold, smooth marble edge of the toilet for support, my knuckles white with the force of my grip.Strong, warm hands gathered my hair gently from behind, pulling it away from my face, a comforting gesture that eased my discomfort. Mateo."Easy, baby," he murmured, his voice still husky from sleep, his tone filled with concern. He rubbed slow, soothing ci
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