Falling for my roommate

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Charlotte stayed leaning over the toilet, as she had been all morning, vomiting up anything she had eaten the night before.

Thomas sighed as he stood at the door, "Do you think you have a fever or something?"

He was watching her with disgust, grimacing every time she heaved.

She shook her head, wiping her chin with some toilet paper, "I think I'm just tired, I'll be fine."

She however, knew that she wasn't fine, but she certainly wasn't going to make a burden of herself when all she had was a small vomiting bug.

"I'll get you a glass of water," Thomas mumbled, walking to the kitchen. He didn't know what was wrong with her, but he was hoping she'd get better soon, vomit made him feel sick.

He rushed into her bathroom as quickly as he could with a glass of water, then handed it to her, allowing her to take a small sip.

"I think I'm done," she stated, slowly standing up. A rush of dizziness hit her, making her grab onto the shower beside her.

Thomas grabbed her immediately, his hand wrapping around her waist firmly. His fingers grasping at her exposed skin. He kept her steady for a moment or two.

"Don't you think it's a bit early to be falling for me?" He asked, releasing his grip.

She ignored him and took another sip of her water.

"Brush your teeth, that shit smells nasty," he scrunched up his nose and waved his hand under it, as if fanning away the smell.

Chloe rolled her eyes as she breathed heavily at his face, making him gag. "You're revolting."

She smiled gleefully, "Oh, I know."

She brushed her teeth quickly as he disappeared into a different room.

When she walked into the kitchen she stared at him questioningly.

"What are you doing?" She asked, staring at the man who was leaning over his pot.

"Making soup," he chirped happily.

She smiled at him and shook her head, "Thank you."

"No need to thank me, when the princess is sick it's important that she gets her nutrients."

She blushed as he finished up his soup and placed it in a bowl in front of her, with some bread on a plate beside it.

She ate it happily, the flavor filling her taste buds. "This is amazing," she moaned.

He smirked, "I'll have you moaning for more than just soup tonight."

She blushed quickly and rolled her eyes, "If you think you can do anything that will make me moan more than soup then you are more than welcome to try it."

He stared at her, shocked as she washed her bowl in the sink and placed it back into the cabinet.

"Oh, don't forget, it's Lucas's birthday party tonight, he'll be offended if you don't show," he called to her, now sitting on the couch in the living room.

She followed him and sat by him, "I'll go, I'll be the designated driver tonight, I don't really feel up to drinking."

He nodded, "That's good, because I'm going to get absolutely shit faced."