a glass or two – I’d surely be able to keep it down and I
might even get to cross off Number 1 on the New Life list.
When Jared disappeared into the kitchen I
reminded myself that I was an adult now. I needed to stop obsessing over such
trivial dilemmas. I was having a couple of drinks for God’s sake! I was going
to be totally fine.
**********
“I don’t feel too good,” I slurred, hoping
the room would stop spinning so I could find Jared. “Jared? I need your
bathroom.” For some reason I couldn’t remember where a single thing was in this
apartment, and I was almost certain I wouldn’t be able to hold myself upright
long enough to find it on my own. “Jared!” I snapped, growing impatient and
increasingly bilious.
It was then I made out a hazy looking heap
draped over the armchair. Great. Jared was out for the count. I was sweating,
trembling, about to spew up a lifetime’s worth of food and I was all on my own.
Left with no other choice than to try and find the toilet alone I stood up
warily, hovering my left foot above the ground as I prepared to take my first
step.
Hold up, why was the ugly as sin sheepskin
rug coming towards me? Oh wait… it wasn’t anymore. What was I leaning on? Had I
started walking or sat back down?
“Whoa there, doll. I’ve got you.” Have
you?
“ Jared ?” Why did he sound so funny?
“No, it’s me. Dex.” The enticing smell of his
aftershave assaulted my senses before I actually saw him. Yay. Someone else to
witness me making a complete tit of myself. Whoop whoop! “Put your arm around
me. I’m gonna sit you back down.” I sensed what felt like arms gripping me
around my waist. That wasn’t a good move…
“I’m going to be sick.” It was coming I could
feel it. And of course once you start thinking about it the urge to actually do
it only becomes stronger. It gets to a point where the bottom of a toilet pan
is all you can think about and then your stomach finally gives in and erupts
against your will.
I was so at that point.
“Hold on, doll.” Doll… He’d never called me
that before tonight. I liked it. It was kind of cute.
At first I didn’t know if I’d collapsed or
been picked up – all I knew was that my feet were no longer touching the
floor. But then I was moving – fast. Dexter was carrying me –
cradling me in his arms like an infant while I hung on for dear life with my
arms around his neck.
He lowered me down cautiously in front of the
toilet and I was hurling my guts up before I’d even had a chance to bend over
it fully.
“That’s it. Let it all out,” Dexter soothed,
teasing the hair from the side of my face and holding it in place at the back
of my head while I retched repeatedly until my throat began to burn. I’m sure
if I hadn’t been too busy feeling like I was dying, I would’ve been
embarrassed.
We must have stayed in that position for
almost half-an-hour – although it felt like a hell of a lot longer. When
I eventually felt sturdy enough to move without falling, Dexter lowered the
toilet lid for me and held my arm whilst I lowered myself down onto it.
Instinctively I shrank back a notch when I felt something cold and wet brush my
forehead, until I realised it was the soothing sensation of a wet flannel and
it was without a doubt the most heavenly thing I’d ever experienced.
“Helping?” Dexter asked gently as he smoothed
the reviving flannel back and forth across my clammy skin.
“Uh huh,” was all I could summon. My brain
was still too foggy to form coherent words.
“You ready to stand?”
No.
“I’ll try.”
“K, doll. Take my hand.” Dexter held his hand
out and supported my weight as I pulled myself into a standing position. Whoa. I stumbled and grabbed onto him tighter, digging my nails into the firm
flesh coating his forearms.“You okay?” he asked, his words coming out
in a rush as if he were genuinely concerned.
“Head rush, that’s all,” I replied, releasing
my grasp a
might even get to cross off Number 1 on the New Life list.
When Jared disappeared into the kitchen I
reminded myself that I was an adult now. I needed to stop obsessing over such
trivial dilemmas. I was having a couple of drinks for God’s sake! I was going
to be totally fine.
**********
“I don’t feel too good,” I slurred, hoping
the room would stop spinning so I could find Jared. “Jared? I need your
bathroom.” For some reason I couldn’t remember where a single thing was in this
apartment, and I was almost certain I wouldn’t be able to hold myself upright
long enough to find it on my own. “Jared!” I snapped, growing impatient and
increasingly bilious.
It was then I made out a hazy looking heap
draped over the armchair. Great. Jared was out for the count. I was sweating,
trembling, about to spew up a lifetime’s worth of food and I was all on my own.
Left with no other choice than to try and find the toilet alone I stood up
warily, hovering my left foot above the ground as I prepared to take my first
step.
Hold up, why was the ugly as sin sheepskin
rug coming towards me? Oh wait… it wasn’t anymore. What was I leaning on? Had I
started walking or sat back down?
“Whoa there, doll. I’ve got you.” Have
you?
“ Jared ?” Why did he sound so funny?
“No, it’s me. Dex.” The enticing smell of his
aftershave assaulted my senses before I actually saw him. Yay. Someone else to
witness me making a complete tit of myself. Whoop whoop! “Put your arm around
me. I’m gonna sit you back down.” I sensed what felt like arms gripping me
around my waist. That wasn’t a good move…
“I’m going to be sick.” It was coming I could
feel it. And of course once you start thinking about it the urge to actually do
it only becomes stronger. It gets to a point where the bottom of a toilet pan
is all you can think about and then your stomach finally gives in and erupts
against your will.
I was so at that point.
“Hold on, doll.” Doll… He’d never called me
that before tonight. I liked it. It was kind of cute.
At first I didn’t know if I’d collapsed or
been picked up – all I knew was that my feet were no longer touching the
floor. But then I was moving – fast. Dexter was carrying me –
cradling me in his arms like an infant while I hung on for dear life with my
arms around his neck.
He lowered me down cautiously in front of the
toilet and I was hurling my guts up before I’d even had a chance to bend over
it fully.
“That’s it. Let it all out,” Dexter soothed,
teasing the hair from the side of my face and holding it in place at the back
of my head while I retched repeatedly until my throat began to burn. I’m sure
if I hadn’t been too busy feeling like I was dying, I would’ve been
embarrassed.
We must have stayed in that position for
almost half-an-hour – although it felt like a hell of a lot longer. When
I eventually felt sturdy enough to move without falling, Dexter lowered the
toilet lid for me and held my arm whilst I lowered myself down onto it.
Instinctively I shrank back a notch when I felt something cold and wet brush my
forehead, until I realised it was the soothing sensation of a wet flannel and
it was without a doubt the most heavenly thing I’d ever experienced.
“Helping?” Dexter asked gently as he smoothed
the reviving flannel back and forth across my clammy skin.
“Uh huh,” was all I could summon. My brain
was still too foggy to form coherent words.
“You ready to stand?”
No.
“I’ll try.”
“K, doll. Take my hand.” Dexter held his hand
out and supported my weight as I pulled myself into a standing position. Whoa. I stumbled and grabbed onto him tighter, digging my nails into the firm
flesh coating his forearms.“You okay?” he asked, his words coming out
in a rush as if he were genuinely concerned.
“Head rush, that’s all,” I replied, releasing
my grasp a
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