ZAYA’S POV
He slipped out of me, and his juices mixed with mine poured out of me. The sight of it that should have represented what we had just shared – or what I thought we shared – suddenly irked me, raising bile inside me till I wanted nothing more than to throw up. I was just too disgusted not to be nauseated.
He stared at me in shock, like he knew what he had done or said in this case, but he couldn’t believe that he actually said it.
Whereas I couldn’t even lift my head to look at him. The sight of him utterly repulsed me. “Zaya,” he whispered, but I was already out of his bed, heading to the bathroom with a hand over my mouth.
Pushing the door at a rush, I slid to the floor just in time for my gut to open up. Thankfully, he didn’t follow me. I didn’t know what I would do if h
