Braelyn's POV
I couldn't hold it in, my puke had splattered on his shirt before I realised. I hugged my stomach which was still squirming.
Raphael froze, completely thrown off as I stumbled back, my hand clamping over my mouth. He instinctively reached out for me, and the anger in his eyes seemed to have dissipated.
It felt like my stomach was dancing. The bile burned my throat again, and before I could stop myself, I bolted for the bathroom.
"Brae..." his voice echoed behind me. Sharp footsteps following. This was freaking embarrassing, my mind screamed.
"Don't," I choked out before slamming the door behind me then bolted for the toilet bowl
My knees hit the cold marble as I leaned over the toilet, retching again after opening the lid.
My stomach twisted violently, leaving me breathless. Everything I had eaten or drunk the entire day continued rushing out. It felt like I might end up puking my intestines.
