Love Under Construction by M. C. Cerny

Author:M. C. Cerny [Cerny, M. C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-01-20T18:30:00+00:00

16

Taylor Jane

It was the need to retch that wakes me up quickly and with absolute clear focused panic. Forget pee-pee dance, I was doing the vomit rumba. “Here, honey, let’s get you tucked up tight against the bowl.” Groaning, my back felt drenched in sweat and I promised to swear off drinking ever again.

Green. Everything looked, felt, and tasted green right now. I bet I could touch green. For a moment, I imagined Oscar the Grouch in the Big Bird movie going to the Grouch diner and the cook throwing food and yelling, “Salad for everybody!” It was a strange and random thought that twisted my stomach up worse than before. Tossed salad, tossed cookies, tossing anything with mild force caused me to heave, clutching hands over my mouth, feeling sicker with the retched smell staining my skin. Why did everything have to be such an awful color green? I was tripping over myself to get to the bathroom as fast as possible.

“Hunter….” Pathetic, I whined in misery. He was right there to pick me up gently and carry me smoothly down the hallway of his house to the bathroom. Ever the hero, he placed me on the floor, the cool tiles refreshing against my heated skin and bare feet. I wanted to lean down so badly so the floor could touch whatever exposed skin I had, cooling me down.

“Easy there, I’ve got you.” Hunter kept me upright and the spins started all over again. Regret about drinking, revulsion for feeling so sick, and revolutions of the room played on repeat, tormenting me.

“Oh God,” I cried and swore Hunter mumbled something about that not being his name. Cute. I felt like I was dying and he was being persnickety about my pathetic pleas to my higher power. Now was not the time to explore any snide remarks he made.

“I know you’re just going to break your promise to not get drunk again, so don’t bother apologizing or swearing off alcohol.”

“Are you an expert on nights of indulgence?” A gross burp had me wishing for something to scrub my mouth with while he laughed.

“A little.” He caressed my back, making me shiver. “One good heave and you’ll be right as rain, sweetheart.”

“But I do promise to never drink again.” Whining made everything spin faster on my twisted merry-go-round, so I opened my eyes to head off the vertigo unsuccessfully, resting my hands on the clean white porcelain of the toilet in Hunter’s bathroom he was quietly helping me to kneel against.

“Taylor Jane, those promises only mean something when you’re older than thirty and have a passel full of kids to watch the next day.”

He was absolutely right. I had no concept of the ramifications this hangover could produce a decade from now. I wasn’t ready for those responsibilities. Hell, I could barely flip my house project. I’d probably go out with Kristen a month from now and forget all about this night except for how kind Hunter always was and how ready he was to drop everything to take care of me when I needed him.

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