Adaline pov
I woke up feeling nauseous, sitting up suddenly didn’t help. Tate sat up, feeling what I was feeling through the bond, and running his hand down my back. “Are you okay?” He asked, his sexy morning voice rumbling. I bit my lip, shivering from the electrical feeling his touch created.
He shifted on the bed and that was enough to make my stomach flop, I jumped up, running for the bathroom, not even caring I was naked. I lifted up the toilet seat in record breaking time, throwing up. Tate came up behind me and gently gathered my long light brown hair into his hands, brushing stragglers from my face to keep it out of the way.
I whined, embarrassed. Why was I sick? I was a healer, I never got sick like this. I’ve only thrown up a handful of times, and it was mostly because I swa
