Sweet Submission: Love Me, Mr. Billionaire
Cole
“Easy… breathe, Skylar,” I murmured softly, rubbing her back in slow, gentle circles. My other hand held her hair out of the way as she crouched over the toilet, her body trembling slightly as she retched again.
The vomiting sound coming from the toilet was what woke up this morning. Realising it was Skylar, I had to rush to help her and find out what was going on.
When she finally stopped, she stayed there for a moment, catching her breath, one hand resting on the toilet seat for support. I grabbed a tissue and wiped the corner of her mouth before flushing the toilet quietly.