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Jerry mumbles with a slighted tone.
I loop my arm in his to fulfill my bridal-party duty, but I refuse to make eye contact with him as we follow the bridesmaid and groomsman in front of us.
Devin has one arm propped up on the back of the chair, and I can tell he doesn't like me being arm-in-arm with Jerry. His sprinkled jealously brings a smile to my face, and he smirks while rolling his eyes in response, apparently catching onto my observation.
I take my place and await Clara's approach as she carries a silk bouquet down the aisle. I barely notice her though. It's my best friend's wedding rehearsal, and I can't look away from the man I barely know.
Devin's eyes are burning against mine as Clara and Henry run through the mock ceremony. I don't hear anything at all besides the overzealous drumming of my flustered heartbeat.
The only thing I can focus on is the man sitting in the back, giving me the sweetest electrical currents I've ever felt.
Then something goes wrong. I can hear the ocean rattling in my ears as though my head is pressed between two seashells. I feel off balance, dizzy, nauseated, and frankly… I feel like shit. My knees start to buckle, and I stumble around while struggling to stay upright.
What the hell?
I start falling, but I feel arms catching me before I can face-plant into the ground. Devin is staring at me with terror etched into his face.
"Adisia!" Clara screams.
Devin scoops me in his arms and speaks over his shoulder as he begins carrying me away.
"I've got her. You can keep going."
"Like hell I can. She's my best friend!"
"Sorry," Devin murmurs, gracefully accepting her scolding tone.
My head bobs lightly, and he nestles it against his chest to help it stay steady.
"She's never sick," Clara murmurs, talking to someone else.
"I've got you," Devin comforts as his soft lips press against my forehead with more affection than I thought possible so early on in a relationship.
I groan a little in contempt for my body that has suddenly betrayed me.
What's wrong with me? Why am I feeling like death warmed over?
Devin carries me up the stairs, and I can hear others scrambling around behind us.
"Where are you taking her?" Clara demands.
"I have a room up here. I thought it might do her some good to lie down," he answers softly.
"Oh," she says in a calmer tone, her momma-bear falling back into hibernation.
He's staying here? Oh no. He's staying at my dad's inn? Why me? He's doing this on purpose.
I'll chastise him later when I'm not depending on him. Right now, I just want to be held the way he's so willing to hold me.
I hear the door creak open and he lays me down on a soft bed. The obnoxious lights blare in my face, and I grumble while covering my eyes with my arm.
I hear a small click to ensure me the room has darkened, and I lower my arm to see the room full of anxious, worrisome faces.
"Is she okay?" Jerry gushes with a touch of panic.
"I'm fine," I groan.
"Hey, is she going to be all right?" Henry's voice chimes in as he joins the group of worried bystanders.
"I'm fine," I huff out.
I put my hand in Devin's for … support? I don't know why I do it. I just want him close to me right now, and it actually pisses me off. I've been fighting a losing battle since we met. I've never been sick before, and now I want him close to me. His presence is comforting.
"You said she's never been sick?" Devin questions in disbelief, addressing Clara's earlier comment.
"Never. We've been friends since kindergarten. Her parents have always bragged about how ridiculously healthy she is. What's wrong with her?"
"I don't know. I can take her to the hospital and find out though," Devin says, completely oblivious to the hell in his words.
"No. No hospitals!" I scream reflexively, my whole body shaking directly after.
Devin jumps at my screeched request, and then he grips my hand tighter. Everyone shifts uncomfortably in the room as
I loop my arm in his to fulfill my bridal-party duty, but I refuse to make eye contact with him as we follow the bridesmaid and groomsman in front of us.
Devin has one arm propped up on the back of the chair, and I can tell he doesn't like me being arm-in-arm with Jerry. His sprinkled jealously brings a smile to my face, and he smirks while rolling his eyes in response, apparently catching onto my observation.
I take my place and await Clara's approach as she carries a silk bouquet down the aisle. I barely notice her though. It's my best friend's wedding rehearsal, and I can't look away from the man I barely know.
Devin's eyes are burning against mine as Clara and Henry run through the mock ceremony. I don't hear anything at all besides the overzealous drumming of my flustered heartbeat.
The only thing I can focus on is the man sitting in the back, giving me the sweetest electrical currents I've ever felt.
Then something goes wrong. I can hear the ocean rattling in my ears as though my head is pressed between two seashells. I feel off balance, dizzy, nauseated, and frankly… I feel like shit. My knees start to buckle, and I stumble around while struggling to stay upright.
What the hell?
I start falling, but I feel arms catching me before I can face-plant into the ground. Devin is staring at me with terror etched into his face.
"Adisia!" Clara screams.
Devin scoops me in his arms and speaks over his shoulder as he begins carrying me away.
"I've got her. You can keep going."
"Like hell I can. She's my best friend!"
"Sorry," Devin murmurs, gracefully accepting her scolding tone.
My head bobs lightly, and he nestles it against his chest to help it stay steady.
"She's never sick," Clara murmurs, talking to someone else.
"I've got you," Devin comforts as his soft lips press against my forehead with more affection than I thought possible so early on in a relationship.
I groan a little in contempt for my body that has suddenly betrayed me.
What's wrong with me? Why am I feeling like death warmed over?
Devin carries me up the stairs, and I can hear others scrambling around behind us.
"Where are you taking her?" Clara demands.
"I have a room up here. I thought it might do her some good to lie down," he answers softly.
"Oh," she says in a calmer tone, her momma-bear falling back into hibernation.
He's staying here? Oh no. He's staying at my dad's inn? Why me? He's doing this on purpose.
I'll chastise him later when I'm not depending on him. Right now, I just want to be held the way he's so willing to hold me.
I hear the door creak open and he lays me down on a soft bed. The obnoxious lights blare in my face, and I grumble while covering my eyes with my arm.
I hear a small click to ensure me the room has darkened, and I lower my arm to see the room full of anxious, worrisome faces.
"Is she okay?" Jerry gushes with a touch of panic.
"I'm fine," I groan.
"Hey, is she going to be all right?" Henry's voice chimes in as he joins the group of worried bystanders.
"I'm fine," I huff out.
I put my hand in Devin's for … support? I don't know why I do it. I just want him close to me right now, and it actually pisses me off. I've been fighting a losing battle since we met. I've never been sick before, and now I want him close to me. His presence is comforting.
"You said she's never been sick?" Devin questions in disbelief, addressing Clara's earlier comment.
"Never. We've been friends since kindergarten. Her parents have always bragged about how ridiculously healthy she is. What's wrong with her?"
"I don't know. I can take her to the hospital and find out though," Devin says, completely oblivious to the hell in his words.
"No. No hospitals!" I scream reflexively, my whole body shaking directly after.
Devin jumps at my screeched request, and then he grips my hand tighter. Everyone shifts uncomfortably in the room as
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