His Lethal Love by Monika Singh (highly illogical behavior .TXT) 📕

"Stop it!!" I smacked his shoulder, laughing hard. 

Suddenly, Conan stopped speaking and stared at me. 

I cleared my throat and straightened myself. "I'm sorry." I had to bite into my lower lip to stop smiling. 

"When was the last time you laughed like this?" 

Suddenly, despair washed over me. "When I was with Rika." I smiled sadly. "She always put a smile on my face no matter what. She was the kind of friend everyone wants in their lives." 

"She was something to you." He sighed. "You look like a teen when you laugh. I wish I could make you laugh more." 

"You're doing enough for me, baby." 

Conan paused. "Oh my god did you call me baby?" 

"Maybe…" I smiled. "Is that okay?" 

"Yeah, it's cool. I liked it. Cool." Conan sang. "Ahh…ahhh…be around me." 

"Yeah, I am around…round…round…" I danced and busted into a laugh. "I think I am a little tipsy." 

"Nah, you are fucking drunk…" Conan caught my arm when I lost my balance. "You can't hold alcohol, can you?" 

"I'm missing Rika," I mumbled. "We used to go to a nightclub every weekend. Since we didn't have friends in high school, no one was invited to their parties so we enjoyed ourselves. The day she slipped into a coma I became the loneliest person in the world. I never realized she was every source of my happiness." 

"I want to meet your friend." 

"Her father won't let me meet her. It had been years since I last saw her. Somewhere I am happy that I don't have to look at her like that. Every time I find her on the bed, I feel a pang of guilt in my chest. I caused her that." 

"Just don't blame yourself, Cam," Conan warned, suddenly, getting serious. "You'll never blame yourself for anything. Understood?" 

I nodded and poured myself a glass of wine and downed it in one go. 

"You need to stop now, woman." He snatched the glass from my hand. 

"Conan…" I groaned and jumped to catch the glass. "Give me my fucking glass!" 

"No, Cami." 

Suddenly, nausea hit me hard as I rushed to the washroom and threw up hard. "Ugh!" I gasped. My head was throbbing with severe pain. 

"Cami, what happened?" Conan barged into the washroom. 

"Overconsumption…" I grinned and washed my mouth and face. 

"I told you." He sighed. "Are you okay?" 

"No, my head is hurting like a bitch." I groaned. "I need to go home." 

"Yeah." Conan nodded and we drove back home. "I don't want to leave you alone. Are you comfortable with coming to my place?" 

"Yeah, sure," I mumbled, leaning against the seat but again a wave of nausea hit me. "Stop the car!" I shouted and Conan slammed on the brake. I hurried out and threw up, coughing. 

"We need to go to the doctor." Conan handed me a bottle of water. 

"Ugh, no!" 

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