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"I think...

Ky pulls back to look at me, his eyes roving over my face as a sudden heat, that has nothing to do with him, makes its way through me. My stomach somersaults, my mouth waters, and a sudden dizziness hits me out of nowhere.

"Sienna, you okay, baby?" he asks, his voice laden with worry now.

I shove him away as nausea boiles and I feel the sudden urge to purge. I shake my head vigorously, trying in vain to push him from between my thighs. I need a bathroom or-

My eyes scan the room, looking for the nearest receptacle I can safely hurl into without getting sick all over his pristine kitchen... or God forbid... him. Turning I remember the sink and like a lunatic I lay down and drag myself across the cool surface of marble. It feels like forever when I'm pretty sure it was only seconds, but the moment my face is over the silver portal I feel my stomach clench.

Hands are working through my hair, pulling it back from my face, and I don't care just this second how awful this moment is as everything I drank comes rushing forward. As I'm dry heaving he turns the faucet on and I lay limp as a wet noodle as I feel something cold laid across the back of my neck.

I press my forehead against the cool stainless steel, sighing in relief because it feels so good against the sudden sweat now prickling across my brow. How in the hell am I sick? I never get sick from just having a buzz. The nausea is still rolling my stomach, but I know there isn't anything left and I swallow, tasting nastyness, and lift my hand to cup some water and bring it to my lips, drinking sip by sip. I'm suddenly tired, my eyes feeling heavy, and a light foggyness fills my head as my temples begin to pound.

"Sienna-

I lift my wet hand up between us, stopping whatever it was he was about to say, and roll back onto my hip as I try to breathe. The nausea makes me feel like I'm on a ship ready to capsize from storm sized waves, and I don't have it in me to answer as cold shivers wrack my frame. Pressing a hand to my stomach I curl in on myself.

I feel his big hand running up and down my back in a soothing motion and then moments later he's gone. I lay there, staring at the sink that's still running and groan as my stomach knots. I close my eyes wishing for the pain to pass and then I feel him again.

Hands lift me up, pulling me into a sitting position, and I bend at the waist as another bout of nausea makes me dizzy. A warm washcloth is pressed to my chin, gentle swipes of the rough cloth passing over my lips, and I open my eyes to see him looking me over.

"Hey, you okay?" he asks, holding the cloth just under my chin.

I nod, running my tongue across my teeth, and the ick factor sky rockets to the point I press my lips together tightly.

He shifts, pushing himself to stand up, and I feel something soft and warm drape over my shoulders. He wraps me in a fluffy throw blanket and rubs my arms through it, trying to warm me up, and the warm fuzzie feelings I get from him taking care of me over-ride the nausea and help my stomach to finally relax.

"You look like your ready to throw up again. You sure you're okay?"

I grasp a corner of the throw and cover my mouth as I say, "I-I don't know what all that was about. It just hit me so quickly. I feel... tired."

He nods, reaching over to cut off the water and I cringe at the fact he was right there as I tossed my cookies up... in his sink.

Oh God...

Humiliation starts to set in as I feel another cold chill and I pull the blanket more securely around me. I'm half aware of him as he...