"Hannah," Alex's booming voice woke me with fright, making me almost fall off the bed tangled in the sheets. Sturdy hands reached over and gently pulled me back just as the door burst open, both Alex and Will stumbling in. Had Will been trying to stop him?
Then I recalled that I was not the only one in the bed, very self-aware of the hand still resting on my stomach. All three pairs of eyes were watching my every move as I found myself finding it hard to breathe let alone speak.
When I finally found the strength to open my mouth, instead of words I wretched bile all over the bedding. Fuck I was so over this being sick thing. Where was System to fix me?
After a much-needed shower, I was guided by Will's rough hands to the small round table to face the two men I'd not so long ago slept with. Both were side by side, sipping their hot drinks pretending the other did not exist. Talk about Deja Vu. It was certainly time for me to have a very stern word with myself.
