Forsaking All Others (From This Day Forward Book 2) by Shannon Myers

Author:Shannon Myers [Myers, Shannon]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Shannon Myers
Published: 2016-07-11T23:00:00+00:00

Watching her rest is such a relief. She smiles in her sleep and I wonder if she’s thinking of me. I’d like to think she is, given all the hell she’s put me through in the last six hours.

I woke up to a full bladder and an empty bed. My first thought was that she took the guest room, the very idea of it pissing me off. I’d wanted to wake up to her in my arms, to have some small feeling of normalcy with her.

I shouldn’t have been drinking last night, not after I’d done well enough without it. I allowed the stress of our situation to cloud my judgment and once again found myself in over my head. I was amazed she could keep up with me though. Normally, Beth kept herself to a two-drink maximum. The funny thing is, she seemed completely sober when we left to go home.

Just as I flushed the toilet, I could hear the sounds of her retching from down the hall. I didn’t think, I just ran to her.

She was a ghostly shade of white even against the porcelain of the toilet. I tried asking her questions, but she could only answer me in moans. I tried wetting her face with a cold washcloth and when that didn’t work, I went with my never-fail hangover cure. I felt that if I could get her to eat a few dry Cheerios and get some electrolytes in her, she’d bounce back.

I was distracted from my worrying when I realized she was in my shirt. I don’t know, but just the thought of it had me ready to puff up my chest and proclaim to the world that she was mine.

I stroked the damp hair back off of her forehead while taking her in. “You’re wearing my shirt?”

She looked up at me and nodded her head.

“My shirt and nothing else?” My heart was pounding and I ached at the thought of being inside of her.

She must’ve picked up on my thought process because she weakly said, “Not the time, David. Not the time.”

I watched her eat the dry cereal and wash it down with some Gatorade. I thought she’d be right as rain soon.

Turns out, I was wrong.

If anything, my cure made her sicker.

She continued to vomit and when she started falling asleep immediately afterward, worry turned into something more. Alcohol poisoning. It didn’t make sense though. She’d seemed fine last night. I told myself I was jumping to conclusions—that I just needed to give her more time to recover.

I leaned against the counter and watched her, praying the signs wouldn’t be there. She started shivering violently so I moved over her again, calling her name. She wasn’t as responsive as I would’ve liked and her lips had a blueish tint to them. When she threw up on the rug, I was convinced we needed help.

Trying to dress an unconscious adult was not my idea of a good time, but considering that she did the same for me the night before, I couldn’t complain.

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