Gabriella felt so sick that the last she would care about was a man skimming at her body. She felt another crampy feeling in her stomach, almost coming to her throat and knew she was going to vomit more.
"Get me to the sink please," She pleaded once more and in just a span of minutes, she felt somebody taking her in. The man carried her in his big hard arms and his warmth was the first thing that gave her comfort, calming her restlessness. Soon, he let her go and let her hold on to the marble sink somewhere she didn't know. She had no sense of direction but she was sure it was somewhere inside the yacht, a cabin maybe as the room she was in was warm but obviously not as warm under the man's arms.
Relief and a bit comforted seeing the sink in front of her, Gabriella poured all her heart out vomiting everything she had inside. If her heartbreak was only one of the things she could vomit right then , she had spit it out first and flushed them off right away.
