Chapter 411: Arguing With Myself
I was dozing in Tank’s arms, completely oblivious to what was going on around me. Not like that was a new thing, but this quarantine room didn’t have any windows to help me know what time it was, and the distinct lack of TV meant that I was bored out of my mind.
But since I hadn’t gone completely crazy yet, I figured that was a good thing. Despite our conversation before, the moment Tank and I were locked inside this room together, I couldn’t bring myself to actually have sex with him.
An uneasy feeling had formed in my stomach, and no matter what I did, it felt like I was one wrong word away from puking my guts out.
Seriously, I refused to open my mouth just in case I ended up throwing up instead of speaking.
I was not happy.
I didn’t even want a lollypop or any candy right now, I was that off. And being off made me cranky.
"Feeling any better?" asked Tank as he stroked my hair. Shaking my head, I pouted. "It’s okay," he assured me, his fingers continuing to work away the knots in my hair. "You’ll feel better fast, I’m sure. Being here in this Sanctuary makes me want to puke, too."
Shifting my head so that I was looking him in the eyes, I raised an eyebrow. "Okay," he admitted, a half smile on his face. "Maybe not puke so much as kill every breathing thing here, but it’s close, right?"
Chuckling, I moved back so that my cheek was resting on his heart. Letting the soft beating of his heart lull me to sleep, I sighed in contentment.