Boomerang

Chapter 1

June 8th, 2022

I woke up profusely sweating. I could feel the sweat dripping down my back and all over my body. Andrew lay next to me, blissfully unaware as always. Just how I liked him to be.

I got up and made my way to the kitchen to have a glass of water and throw my clothes in the wash. These clothes could not sit in a hamper. Not in that condition. I poured myself a glass of ice cold water and eagerly gulped it down. It was clear that I was severely dehydrated.

Tonight was the third night that I found myself battling my body. The first night, I was met with a panic attack that lasted three consecutive hours. The second night, I had an unexplained skull crushing headache that had me begging for mercy. And tonight on the third night, I woke up completely drenched in sweat and in fear for my life. Like was being watched by something sinister.

I wasn't planning to tell Andrew a thing. After all, he would probably drive me straight to the emergency room if he knew. I didn't want to scare him. We had just moved in together and the last thing I wanted was to freak him out. So I waited it out. I thought if it didn't get better in the next few days, I would call Dr Ali and get him to take a look at me. I was getting close to making that decision but wanted to wait it out one more day.

At this point, it was 5am, so I figured that there was no point in trying to fall back asleep. I had to be at the office by 8:30 anyway so I started to get ready for the day ahead. I made my way back to the bedroom where Andrew was sleeping peacefully. I wish I could be oblivious like him. He truly never had a care in the world. Sometimes it annoyed me.

I stepped into the shower, dropped a couple of drops of my eucalyptus oil and let the steam do it's thing. As the water got warmer and covered my body, I slowly relaxed. Finally starting to feel normal again. I heard the creak in the door. Andrew had woken up and was admiring my body from a distance. I motioned him to join me. His dark brown hair was always slightly in his grey eyes and as he walked towards me I could see the sweat forming around his temples in anticipation for what was to come.

He stepped in, and started to slowly stroke my cheek. Slowly kissing me on the neck and making his way down. He follows the trail of my body like a heat map. I could feel my body ache for him as I started to get dripping wet.

He pushed me up against the cold tile wall grabbed my right leg and wrapped it around his waist. He teased me first, just circling inside of me with his fingers. One at a time. When he was satisfied with how wet I was he thrust inside me with conviction. As he slowly went in and out, I could feel him gettick rock hard. He could barely push himself in. He struggled to fit and I knew that would send him
Over the edge.