Avery’s pov

The bile burns my throat as I retch into the sink, the rancid taste and smell alone makes me vomit even more.

Tears burn in my eyes as I grab the counter, my knees feeling weak. I opened the faucet, shaking as I spit out the horrid taste that lingered in my mouth.

“Last night,” Melissa voice reaches me as she leaned against the doorframe. “Did you fuck him?”

I looked over at her in surprise. “What?”

She steps into the bathroom, her eyes glancing down at the sink bowl in disgust. “Better question is….have you been fucking?”

My brows furrowed and I glared. “What the hell Melissa? I’m here barfing my guts out and you’re asking me if I’m fucking or not?” I spat, cupping my hand under the running pipe and pushing the water in my mouth to rinse.

“Well it’s two days in a row you’ve been throwing up, and you’ve been eating like a cow for a week. It could be stress…” she snorted. “Or could be-

I straightened, turning to scowl at her. “Not that it’s any of your business but I am not fucking anyone.”

cleaning her nails and looking unbothered. “I’m just looking out for

Drop the friendly act

her chest. “Ouch. You’ve been bitchy too. Wouldn’t surprise me if you actually were pregnant. You have all

have some breath mints in my drawer if you want some.” Her words

but I try my best to ignore them. It’s not like what she

slept with anyone, my temples begin to throb

spinning and I gripped the countertop harder, scared that I’d fall. As my eyes clench tightly a flash comes into my

smooth skin. Groans of pleasure under me. His voice.

I opened my eyes, catching my

His….

head. This cannot be possible. I

a memory? Why did it feel so real? His

the faucet, splashing water on my face. This was impossible, this brief flash of whatever that

goosebumps rise on my skin as I hear an echo of his voice brushing my ears. I bit into my lower lip, my fingers

or two ago. My mind was so consumed with everything

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