Chapter 107 “Ready?”

• Zed’shand moved over my back as I rested my head on the hopefully-clean toilet seat, panting. Tears always leaked from my eyes when I puked; it was annoying, but I was used to it. It wasn’t sad tears or anything like that.
• “Think I’m good,” I mumbled, my mouth burning with foulness.
• He handed me a bottle of water to rinse my mouth with, and I swished it before spitting it out. My body was nestled in his, giving me every ounce of freedom I could’ve wanted, and holding me up at the same time. I’d never felt loved while I was vomiting, but Zed had changed that.