His Love

Chapter 15- Overseas

-Dominic-

After basically dragging Alaina's drunk ass to our car, she stumbles to the front door, fumbling with the keys to try and unlock the door.

Gently, I place my hands around hers, kissing them and taking the keys.

I push the door open, pulling her through, a lazy smile on her face.

"Go and lay in bed, mi amore." I softly push her in the direction of our- my bedroom, tripping over her own feet.

Shaking my head, I walk into the kitchen to grab her a bottle of water.

I hear her voice fill the house, the shaky tones making me flinch.

She has an amazing voice, but after a couple drinks in that girl, something clicks.

There's a loud thud and I sigh deeply, rushing into the room.

And there she is. Laid on the floor, hair covering her face.

A bunch of weird giggles spray out her mouth.

Her arms shoot up, making those baby grabby hands at me.

I place her carefully on the bed, her hair splayed across the pillow beneath her.

Handing her the water, I stand at the foot of the bed, arms crossed against my chest.

She throws the empty bottle directly at my head, it bounces off, going straight back at her.

I raise an eyebrow at her, a smile threatening to break out on her face.

Her extremely tired, green eyes gaze up at me, I can see some dumb shit is about to slip from those pretty lips.

Suddenly, she turns her head, facing the wall.

Who knows.

I unbutton my shirt as she rolls around, groaning dramatically about me taking ages.

I watch her try to unzip the dress, then attempt to slide it down her shoulders instead.

She gets all tangled and confused.

"Don't just stand there, you creep! Help me!" she whines, slamming her hands on the bed in defeat.

Unzipping the dress, I try and take it off but she literally sits there, not moving.

"How do you expect me to magically get you dressed when your sitting there like a dead weight, my love?"

She makes a loud groan as she stands slowly.

I look away after taking off the dress, sliding a plain, white shirt over her head.

Collapsing on the bed, she sinks into the silky sheets.

I crouch beside her, her eyes already closed.

Gently, I brush all her hair from her face, stroking my thumb across her cheek.

Within seconds, her breathing evens out and shes asleep.

I know if I leave her makeup on, she's going to kick my ass when she wakes up

Gently, I swipe the makeup wipes she left on the nightstand across her eyelids, her cheeks.

I stay kneeling beside her for who knows how long.

In my defence, there's a lot to admire.

The way her nose gently swoops down and out, her eyelashes, so long they brush against her cheeks, that are tinged with a soft red.