The Ex Trials (Falling For Autumn #3) - Plot & Excerpts
Lexi spoke through the heavy door of our cabin’s bathroom. “I’ll be okay,” I managed as I collapsed onto the floor. I folded my arms over the toilet seat cover and rested my head down on top of them. My legs remained tangled under me since the tiny bathroom didn’t leave room for me to sprawl out across the ground. I’d been awake since four in the morning with the worst case of nausea and vomiting I could recall having in my entire twenty-two years. I figured it was my cosmic punishment for planning to eat bad seafood as a way to steer clear of Justin. Someone out there must have been listening to my prayers, but got the dates mixed up. I hadn’t drunk a lot at the bar the night before so I doubted the sickness was alcohol-related. Despite the cruise line offering hand sanitizers at every buffet entrance, I wondered if I had picked up a foul stomach virus during one of my frequent visits. This couldn't possibly really be happening on the heels of me wishing for spoiled oysters.
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