My Italian Nightmare

Chapter 8: Late Night Talks / The Morning After

I stared at the door a couple seconds and then sighed. Mhh. I didn't know what to expect so I wasn't exactly disappointed. Just...confused. But at least I could apparently sleep here. I got up from the bed and immediately noticed that I was feeling a bit sore. First I went into the bathroom to pee, because my friends had advised me to always pee after sex. I was definitely too tired to shower but I brushed my teeth lazily. Still naked, I started to freeze a little and looked around for my clothes. But I couldn't sleep in my concert outfit consisting of mesh and leather. I sighed and pulled my panties back on. Then I saw the T-Shirt, that Angelo had worn lying on the ground. I shrugged and picked it up to pull it over my head. It fit quite lose so it was perfect to sleep in. I climbed back into bed and pulled the blanket over me. The bed was very comfortable and I was so glad to finally be able to sleep. I saw my phone lying on the bedside table and thought about texting Freyja or Hanna but decided I could as well do that in the morning. I had no energy left in my body for anything right now. I picked it up nonetheless because I needed to put on an audiobook for falling asleep, which was just one of my weird quirks. I couldn't bear silence. After putting it on and laying my head on the soft pillow, I only needed seconds to drift off into a deep slumber.

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(translation in the comments)

"Quel ragazzo era ancora vergine?", Valentina asked in disbelief and raised her eyebrows.
"Si, incredibile vero? Considerando quanto sia dannatemente attraente", Angelo answered and smirked.
"Angelo...come hai potuto fare sesso con lui sa sapendo che era la sua prima volta?", Valentina crossed her arms in front of her chest and sighed.
"Perché non avrei duvoto?"
"Perche...", Matteo now said and knitted his brows, "Perché la prima volta dovrebbe avere importanza."
"Sono sicuro che sia stato molto importante per lui", Angelo said dryly and waved his hand.
"Certe volte...", Matteo started but didn't end his sentence.
"Cosa?" Angelo looked at him in a slightly arrogant way.
"Sai esattamente cosa."
"Beh, non sono affari tuoi. Ne abbiamo parlato un cento volte.", Angelo said and leaned back in his chair.
Matteo opened his mouth but Valentina interrupted them.
"Lascia perdere Teo. È inutile. Ari è maggiorenne e sapeva cosa stava facendo."
Matteo pressed his lips together, but didn't say another thing about the matter. Angelo nodded and looked at Edoardo, who had, as usual, not contributed to this conversation and smoked in silence, carefully watching his three friends.
"Well, then", Angelo said and yawned. "Ci vediamo domani, ragazzi."

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It was still in the middle of the night when I woke up by a small noise and a stream of light that flooded into the room. I flinched my eyes and saw Angelo's shape coming in. A few moments later I felt him climbing into the bed. He pulled on the blanket but I held tightly onto it. "Ari?", he whispered, sounding surprised.
"Yeah", I whispered back.
"Did I wake you up?"
"No, I'm sleeping right now and you're talking to yourself", I said in a mock tone and I heard Angelo laughing quietly.
"Well, I'm sorry. Go back to sleep."
"Yeah", I said. I turned around and pulled the blanket to my shoulders. My audiobook had already stopped but I would try to go back to sleep nonetheless. I sighed and buried my head into the pillow. I was already starting to fall asleep again when I felt a hand on my waist and Angelo's warm breath in my neck. He had wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled himself onto me. I felt his heart beat calm and regular against my body. I smiled in my half-asleep state. I felt very secure and comfortable in Angelo's arms and suddenly had no trouble driving back into my deep sleep again.

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26th of September 2021

The next time I woke up, the hotel room was flooded with sunlight and I was confused for a couple seconds why I wasn't sleeping in my own bed. But it immediately came to my mind again and I sat upright and looked next to me, where I expected Angelo to lay – but he was gone. I sighed and checked the time on my phone. It was 10am. Well, at least I didn't sleep all through noon. I got out of bed and stretched my entire body, which was aching from the whole concert jumping, the stress and well, my first time having sex. I looked around for some water and noticed a little note on Angelo's night stand table. I picked it up and read 'I didn't want to wake you up again. Here is some cash for a cab, in case you need one. You can also keep my shirt. Ciao Ari. X '
I read the note again and again, not sure how to feel about it. What did I expect? Did I expect him to leave his number? I shook my head and picked up the 50€ note that Angelo had left me. Nice, okay.
They probably had to get on their tour bus to get to their next concert or interview. I was actually almost relieved that he left before I woke up. Everything that happened last night felt like a dream, and maybe I could process the whole thing a lot better this way.
I planned my next steps in my head and decided that I needed to get out of the hotel room first, because I had no idea if the hotel people knew I was staying in here or what Angelo had told them. But I did not want to get into trouble or get kicked out by some posh staff member. In what hotel was I staying anyways? I realized that I had not even tried to find that out until now. I looked around for some kind of card until I found one in the bedside drawer.