Emily watched Eddie rush out the door and wondered what happened. She shook her head and pushed the thoughts away.
Then immediately regretted the motion.
Her head spun again and she leaned over the toilet. Nothing came out, but she heaved a few times anyway.
Emily finally managed to stand and walked back into the bedroom. She was assaulted by the scent of Eddie, something she’d never noticed before, and her knees went weak. Gripped the bed for support, she fell onto the surface, letting the soft mattress envelope her for just a minute.
Then she realized what Eddie said. Her clothes were in the bedroom. She looked down at what she was wearing.
A plain white t-shirt.
A nearly see-through plain white t-shirt.
No wonder Eddie bolted. He didn’t want to see her naked, or nearly naked. Wait… How did she get into the t-shirt?
Emily groaned and fell back onto the bed. A knock on the door startled her before she heard Eddie’s concerned voice, “Are you okay, Em?”
“Um, yeah, I’m fine,” Emily said with forced cheer. Had she slept with Eddie? If not, why was she, she peeked, yep, naked. Under his t-shirt. Her clothes were folded neatly on the dresser next to the picture Emily had been trying to see. She stood carefully and retrieved her clothes, looking at the picture of herself, Eddie, and Nick.
Her stomach rolled again. Or was that her heart? It didn’t matter. Emily was about to be sick again.
She rushed back to the bathroom and leaned over the toilet. Her body convulsed and tried to rid itself of all the bad stuff. Her head spun and her heart ached. Nick. She didn’t want to think about Nick. About the way he’d spoken to her. About how foolish she’d been. How happy she was just 24 hours ago. Hell, not even that long.
She was an idiot.
Emily heard Eddie pounding on the bedroom door. He sounded frantic. He hadn’t been afraid to come in before, why wasn’t he there with her again? She hated to admit the feel of his arms around her took away the discomfort in her stomach better than anything else. But it was Eddie. She couldn’t actually like him.
Emily forced herself back up, rinsed her mouth again, and went back to Eddie’s bedroom. He was still pounding on the door. Emily turned the knob only to find it had been locked. Why did he lock the door when he left? Emily shook off the question and unlocked the door, then let Eddie in.
His hands gripped her cheeks, wiping tears she hadn’t realized had fallen. “Are you okay?” he asked softly.
Emily nodded, staring into Eddie’s concerned eyes. His beautiful green eyes fell closed and he pulled her to him, his arms circling her again and chasing away the bad memories and feelings. She melted against him and wrapped her arms around his waist, wondering if she could just stay there forever.