This was just too easy: Bunny liked Spooky, too. We’d all gone out for sushi and had a good time. “I hope to see you here a lot,” Bunny told Spooky later.
We all love sushi. Sushi, maki rolls, sashimi, we like it all, especially the dragon rolls. We’ve never gotten sick on raw fish, either. Until that night, I mean. Both Spooky and Bunny got a little bit sick from it the next day, and I got a LOT sick, coming out both ends (so to speak) in the dead of night.
Well, this isn’t very sexy, I thought as I ran back and forth between bedroom and bathroom, trying not to wake Spooky up. It was perhaps three in the morning and I decided it would be less disruptive to just lie on the floor until everything came out of me. Perhaps, if I kept quiet enough, my food poisoning would pass with the night without Spooky ever finding out. That would be a relief, if I could pull it off, because I didn’t want him to see me looking this terrible. After all we’d only been involved with each other for three weeks!
No such luck. He flipped on the bathroom light. “What are you doing on the floor? Are you sick?”
“Hhmmhhhh. I didn’t want to wake you up.”
“Here let me help you up. Let’s go to bed.” He offered a hand.
I groaned. “Hmhghmmm the floor. It’s nice and cool.”I’ll be there in a little while, just . . . I’ll be OK.”
Spooky sighed and left the bathroom. A minute later he reappeared in his sweatpants and pullover, pillow and blanket in hand. “Come on, move over,” he said quietly and crouched down on the hard tile floor beside me.
“Oh God honey that’s so sweet but you don’t need to do this. I’m coming out both ends; it’s gross. What if I need to go again?”
“If ya gotta go you gotta go.” he murmured into my ear, and I groaned again. Spooky spooned his body in back of mine and covered me with his arm. “See? I told you I would protect you and take care of you. And I mean in sickness and in health. Did you think I was kidding?”
“No?” Well, at least he’s seen me at my worst now, I thought. I nuzzled my face into his arm and fell into a fitful sleep. I was really staring to like this “being taken care of” thing. I hadn’t felt this loved since I was a child, back in the day when my mother would rub my back while I threw up. After grade school life generally had been stiff-upper-lip and fend-for-oneself. Until now. Back in bed before sunrise I stirred to feel Spooky’s hand spread gently and lightly over my face, barely touching me, whispering fast and soft in a language I didn’t even recognize, let alone understand.
To be continued . . . here