CAMILLA'S POV
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Waking up in a room I semi recognize makes me dizzier than I actually feel as I sit up. "Here," Jared's voice rings through my ears as he walks into the room, holding a tray. I frown, my eyebrows furrowing together, but it only worsens the headache that's everywhere. "Did I sleep in your bed?" I ask agape, feeling overwhelmed by the nauseating feeling in my stomach. He puts the tray down, eyes focused on me and when I look down at the pancakes, smelling them, I dart out of the bed right into his en suite bathroom.
I scrape my knees as I slide on my knees in front of the toilet, holding my hair back as I hurl into the bowl. I feel Jared's large hand over mine, "I got it," he murmurs from right beside me as he takes my hair, and he rubs my back. "What happened?" I ask whe
