Lycia

Suddenly, my stomach turned, and I started pushing him. “Get off me... now!”

“What’s wrong?” Logan asked, quickly sliding off me, and I ran into the bathroom and vomited the contents of my stomach into the toilet, barely making it there in time.

Suddenly, a cool washcloth was pressed to my forehead.

“You should go,” I moaned, feeling as if I had the worst hangover imaginable, but I had nothing to drink.

“Not likely.” I glanced up ...