I’m about to agree, desperate to get off with him when I’m hit with a bout of nausea. I straighten, clutching at my stomach as my head starts to spin. Silas immediately senses the change in me and rubs his hands up and down my thighs. “You okay?” “I-dooon’t-feel-good.” My words slur together as I shake my head, the motion causing me to see stars. “Whateverrr-Kent-wass-drinking-fucked-meee-up.”
I KNEWWWE IT
