part 6

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even tho peters doing much better he still has his days where his grieving process is to forget about it so he drinks or smokes it away. he's having one of those days today. it's 1 am and he walks into my room drunk as can be.
"what the fuck" i say
"hey y/n" he slurs
"are you drunk?" i ask knowing he is
"no" he says hiding the bottle of vodka behind his back.
"i already saw it" i say
he takes a drink from it. i get up. he spills alcohol all over his shirt.
"Jesus fuck" i say
"calm down. maybe you need this"  he says handing me the alcohol. i grab it and put it down. i turn back around and he's shirt less. fuck.
"omg" i say
"come on"
"why?" peter questions
"because i need to get you cleaned up so you don't smell like an alcoholic." i say
i grab his hand and start to pull him towards the bathroom.
"i'm tired" he says
he starts to walk towards my bed but i pull him away from it.
"nope" i say
i turn on the bathroom light regretting that because the bright lights made my eyes sting.
"get on the counter" i say
"kinky" he remarks
i roll my eyes at that statement. he has stuff i'm gonna head vomit dried on his face and neck. i get a wet wash cloth and start to wipe his face off. i lift his head up a little so i can get his neck clean. i swipe the cloth down it when i hit about half down when he lets out a light grown and lets his head back a little more. i'm guessing that's his sweet spot on his neck, i'm assuming. i finish wiping off his face and neck.
"can i got to sleep now?" he asks
"yeah in your own bed" i say
"but i wanna sleep in yours" he wines
"then i'll sleep in your bed, you sleep in mine" i say
"no i wanna sleep in your bed with you" he says
"i- oh my jesus fuck fine" i say
he smiles. i lay down and he lays on the other side of me.
"i'm not cuddling with you be happy your in my bed" i say
"ok" he says
i fall asleep.

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