I think my nerves have gotten the best of me, waking up as usual ontop of Braddock everything normal as we greet each other, "Good morning beautiful," he says with a smile on his handsome face, his dimples deep on the sides of his cheeks. I smile up at him, "Good morning handsome, we have a long day today," I start to say, but then my stomach rolls and I'm going to be sick. I move as gently as possible off him and run to the ensuite, heaving up last nights dinner. He rushes in behind me in a panic, "Charlie you're sick?" He's at my side grabbing my hair up as I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, "go away," I hiss, "it's nerves, I'm not sick and this is gross you don't need to see this," I flush the toilet and stand. Only I lean over again and vomit in the bowl, "he steps back, still holding my hair, "Charlie, you're sick, I'll call Dr. Reynold's he'll." I put my hand on his chest and push him away, he stumbles back in shock, I glare at him, "I don't need the doctor, it's ne
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