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the next morning, luara felt violently ill.
the last thing she could remember was the waiter bringing the bottle of champagne to her and kaila's table. aside from that, the other thing she remembered was neymar. not when he got there, but their entire conversation, if you could call it that.
she'd woken up, her head pounding and her stomach churning. looking beside her, she'd found neymar, sleeping peacefully with his arm draped over her waist. the view of him brought back the memory of their encounter last night.
after that though, she'd shot up out of bed, hurling over the toilet, puking up the contents of her stomach.
it was nasty, to say the least.
she spat in the toilet, and grabbed some toilet paper, wiping her mouth with it and then flushing it, making sure to shut the lid beforehand. she sat on the bathroom floor, cheek pressed against the cool porcelain of the toilet lid, legs pulled up to her chest.
she thought back to the night before, and recollected nothing from the sleeping situation. she reached her hand down into her panties, flicking over herself. she wasn't sore, so they can't have had sex.
her tired eyes flicked up to the doorway, seeing neymar standing there, gazing back at her, just in his boxers, "you okay, lua?"
he spoke soft and quiet as he made his way over to her, seating himself beside her on the floor, rubbing his face with his hands.
she nodded silently. she wasn't angry with him in any way, and she wasn't upset that he was here, she just felt so drained, exhausted, and sick that she didn't want to move, or speak. it hurt to just move her eyes to look around.
he leant his head on the wall behind them, "if you're wondering, we didn't do anything last night. and i didn't touch you, so."
she didn't have the energy to talk still, so all she did was tilt herself on her other side so her cheek was resting on his shoulder. he moved his arm and draped it over her shoulder, kissing the top of her head.
"come on, i'll make you something to eat."
she cringed, the thought of food alone making her want to hurl back over the toilet, "i don't think so."
he chuckled softly, "come on, lua."
he stood, lifting her to stand with him, to which she did with an annoyed expression. he led her into her kitchen, and she sat at the island whilst he picked out some bread, tossing it in the toaster.
whilst he waited for the toast, he leant over the kitchen counter, "do you want me to stay today?"
she remembered what he said last night, and immediately felt an overwhelming surge of guilt in her chest. she nodded her head, "will you?"
he nodded his head, exhaling deeply just as the toast popped up.
he got the two slices from the toaster, spreading jam over them and placing them on a plate before rounding the island and taking a seat next to her.
she looked down at the food he'd made for her, feeling nauseous just at the sight.
obviously, he'd sensed her discomfort, "eat, come on."
he grabbed a slice of toast and used his free hand to tilt her chin toward him. he brought the toast up to her lips, and she opened her mouth, taking a bite from it.
once she'd swallowed her bite, she took the toast from him, feeling a little better already, "neymar,"
he hummed for her to go on, picking up the other slice of toast and taking a bite himself.
"i'm sorry i didn't call or anything. and i'm sorry that that was the first text i sent you."
he finished chewing his bite, and swallowed it, "you fucking better be."
"and i'm sorry you lost."
he nodded slowly, looking down at his food.
she licked her lips and reached over to rest her hand on his neck, leaning forward and kissing his lips. it wasn't a lustful kiss, it was more of an apology kiss. she didn't know what else to do, and she knew how much he loved her kisses.
