Page 34 of Forever Fighting
“Is this from realizing you married me or from alcohol or from my food last night?” comes from the other side of the door.
Somehow a smile manages to quirk my lips. “All three.”
He chuckles. “Are you okay? Can I get you something? Some water?”
“A sports drink would be great if they have it.”
“Any particular flavor?”
“Don’t care. Just not red.”
“How come not red?”
I sit back against the wall, sweaty and clammy and just gross. “Because I’m a nurse and vomiting red looks like blood.”
“Noted. I’ll be right back.”
I throw up a bit more, but my stomach is already feeling better by the time I pull away from the toilet to wash my faceand brush my teeth. Roman is back, hovering outside the bathroom door to give me privacy, which I appreciate.
“I got you a few different kinds.”
“Awesome.” I tighten my robe and take the blue bottle from his hand. “This is perfect. Thank you.” I crack the top and take a few small sips.
Worry creases his brow. “You haven’t thrown up like that since you tried to kiss me the last time.”
“That’s accurate. Ironic that you rejected me then and married me last night.”
He puffs an annoyed breath. “I didn’t reject you.”
“You did.”
He holds up a hand. “Fine. But not the way you think I did. And I wasn’t drunk that night, whereas last night I definitely was.”
I sigh and lean against the doorframe, taking another sip. “How are you like this? You’re disgustingly chipper.”
“It’s professional stamina. Drinking after hours isn’t a new thing in restaurants.”
“Nurses can put them back too. Trust me, depending on the shift, we need it. But damn, that last tequila shot was not a good idea. What about getting married? Is that an after-hours professional thing too?”
He runs his fingers over my sweaty forehead. “That’s a new one for sure.”
“Does this make me a Fritz? We don’t have a prenup. I’m worth billions now.”
He rolls his eyes at my sardonic tone. “What’s mine has always been yours, married or not.”
“I wish I could say the same to you, but all I have to offer is my poor decision-making.”
“Well, you’re beautiful, so there’s that too.”
I scoff. “Especially right now. Did you put me to bed? I don’t remember coming back here. That part is a total blur.”
“You were half asleep by that point. I carried you back in here, and I unzipped your dress and handed you a robe. That’s it. The rest you did after I left.”
“So we didn’t…”
He gives me ado you even have to ask thatlook. “No, Braelyn. We didn’t. I didn’t kiss you when you were drunk that night. Do you honestly think I’d take advantage of you when you’re half blacked out and do more?”
I lean heavier into the doorway. “No. Sorry. I just had to ask.”
