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"Are you feeling better?"

I was lying on the bed in my hotel room, unable to move and my head was spinning.

"I don't know" I mumbled, trying to sit up straight. I slowly but surely moved my upper body but fell down onto the bed again.

"I think it would be the best if you just went to bed, Freya." Luke said, softly stroking my arm.

"Do you think you can get changed on your own?"

I nodded and tried to get up again. This time my body allowed me to move, but as soon as I tried to stand up, I felt extremely dizzy again. "I'll just go to bed like this."

My voice sounded shaky and I wished I wouldn't have drunken the second Whisky. I started to wonder what Jake had put in there; it didn't feel as if I was drunk. It felt as if I was intoxicated in another, worse way.

"No, Freya. Let me help you get ready for bed okay? You will feel even worse if you wake up like this tomorrow."

I just looked at him and nodded once again. I felt tears starting to fall down from my eyes, and even though I really didn't want to cry right now, I couldn't do anything against it.

"It's okay, Freya" He whispered, helping me out of my dress. I didn't even care that he was able to see me in only my underwear right now. I was crying more hysterically by every second and I just wanted this weird feeling in my head to go away.

Luke's hand wrapped around my waist before he half carried me to the bathroom, where he asked for my make-up remover. The tears seemed endlessly and it was horrible to see myself in the mirror. My mascara was all over my face now, my hands clawed onto the sink and my hair was a huge mess.

"I-I want this feeling to stop" I sobbed.

"It will stop" Luke said softly, before gently stroking my face with the make-up remover over and over again, before my face was finally clean again. My eyes were read and bags started to show underneath them. He took a towel and made it wet at the one end, rubbing it over my skin and dried it up right after.

"Where's your pajama?" He asked.

"I don't know, Luke, I don't know" I cried, feeling as pathetic as ever. I was still in only my bra and panties, but at the moment I didn't care about anything.

He let out a big sigh, removing his sweater and then the shirt he wore underneath it, pulling it over my head. I glanced at his naked upper body and if I wasn't so done with everything right now I probably would have enjoyed the sight I got from his toned body.

Luke grabbed both my hands and lead me out of the bathroom into my bed, placing me onto my pillow before pulling the covers over my still shaking body.

I watched him tugging me in and felt my tears finally stopping. Luke kneeled down next to my head, stroking over my hair and then removing the tears underneath my eyes with his thumb.

"I'm sorry for what happened to you tonight. We will make sure that something like this will never happen again, okay?" He kissed my forehead and smiled at me, his eyes shining in the dark room.

"Sleep tight, Freya."

I watched him getting up and walking towards the door. "Luke?"

He stopped and turned around, looking at me. "Yes?"

"Can you please stay for tonight? I'm scared" I whispered, hoping he wouldn't find it weird to stay with me.

"Of course" He said quietly. "I'll be back in a second"