RUINED BY MY BROTHER'S MAFIA BESTFRIEND
Rafael kisses me on the cheeks, first one, then the other, and then slaps the shower on.
"You really could just say you plan on going to that park without me," I mumble to him.
He laughs, and I laugh, and then I hack up a loud cough, almost run out of the shower, and end up on the bathroom floor, the cold tile biting into my skin, spilling the contents of my stomach into the toilet bowl.
The splash as the vomit lands in the water inside the toilet bowl has me retching more, heaving, and gagging. I feel Rafael's hand on my head, scraping my hair away from my face.