Her Secrets

66

|Sean's POV|

It's been almost an hour since I killed Matteo. Athena and I decided to celebrate our victory with a drink.

I had a high alcohol tolerance.

But her?

Not so much.

"You know when I was in kindergarten, I actually slapped my teacher's ass? It's just that it was so big and I liked big stuff— like every child ever. So her ass was just so big that I—" she cut herself off by taking another shot while I just sat there, on the couch across hers and watched, "— what was I saying again?"

"Something about slapping your teach—" she cut me off by raising her finger, nodding, "right! So yeah, that's pretty much it. The look on her face was priceless. I still remember that! She went like; what the duck is wrong with you, child?" She tried to mimic the woman with a weird accent. 

"She was scottish?" I questioned earning a nod from her, "yep. You know what I hate about you?"

"What?"

"I hate how you figure everything out just like that—" she snapped her fingers to prove a point making me bite back a smile. Drunk her was fun, gotta admit that. Taking another shot, she looked up at me, "did you know that I actually had a dream about you?"

I raised my brows at that, "did you now?"

"Uh-huh, yeah, I totally did," she muttered, about to open another bottle when I stopped her, taking it away from her, "what was it about?"

She frowned at me, "give me the bottle then I'll tell you."

"Tell me first then I'll give you the bottle." I wasn't gonna give her it— she already drank half a bottle. I know someone who was gonna have a killer headache the next morning.

"No, I said first." She held her hands forward, motioning for me to hand over the bottle.

"Stop being such a child."

"You stop being such a child." She shot back and I was about to say something when I stopped upon noticing the smirk that settled onto her lips and the mischievous glint in her eyes. "What?" I asked slowly, narrowing my own eyes at her cautiously.

She shot me a grin— an almost childish one, "give me it or I won't kiss you ever again."

"I don't care."

It's not like she was going to remember any of this in the morning, right? Right?

She better fucking not.

"No?" She raised her brows, "not even the tiniest little bit?" I shook my head at that as she asked, "you don't wanna kiss me again?"

I do. "Not really," I shook my head, leaning comfortably on the couch, "no."

"But I wanna kiss you again," she blurted out, lying on the couch with her legs hanging on the back of it, "like so bad."

"Tell you what?" I stood up and walked over the bar before placing the bottle back in its place. Then I walked back to the couch and sat down, facing Athena, "if you tell me about that dream of yours, I'll kiss you."

"For real?" She narrowed her eyes at me funnily as if she was trying to figure out whether I was being serious or not.

Yeah, I was definitely using all of those against her in the future. Drunk her was something else.

"Yeah," I nodded, "now tell me."

"Okay so I had a sex dream about you," she replied casually while staring at her hands in front of her, making me choke on air as my eyes widen.

She had a what now?

Holy fucking shit— That was gold. I just hit jackpot. All right, Sober Athena was so dead.

"We were fucking in my room—" she frowned, shaking her head, "no, no, no wait, it was the bathroom! Right, the bathroom. It was what was on my head at Nick's birthday. Wait, why am I feeling like I'm telling you something I shouldn't?"

Don't worry about it, you're doing the right thing.

"Wait." I paused, "Nick's birthday?"

She hummed, "but like can you blame me? You're so hot— Alessio didn't tell me that his best friend was a walking greek god like—" she was cut off by a yawn escaping her, "— shit, I'm tired."

"Let's get you to bed then."

"Let's," she mumbled half-asleep. And she'd say she's not a kid.

Standing up, I made my way towards her, "get up, let's go."

"I don't wanna get up," she said, her eyes already closed.

"You can't sleep on here. It's not comfortable."

"I'm tired," she muttered making me let out a sigh before bending down a little to lift her up. She didn't say anything as I carried her to one of the room upstairs. Entering the room, I placed her carefully on the bed and covered her with the blanket. I was about to turn around and leave when I heard her call me from behind, her voice was low— barely audible, "Sean."

I turned to look down at her, "yeah?"

"You said you'd kiss me if I tell you about the dream," she said, her eyes now opened as she stared at me.

"Does someone want a good night kiss?" I asked teasingly with a smirk tugging at my lips. Her cheeks flushed despite her drunken state, "never mind. Just go away and let me sleep. You just had to ruin every—"

"—Okay, okay, I was just messing with you. A deal is a deal, isn't it?"

"It is," she muttered, furrowing her brows as she looked at me expectantly.

Leaning down, I placed a soft lingering kiss on her forehead. "On the lips when you're sober."

"In the morning then," she mumbled as I part away, "good night, Sean."

"Good night." I turned around and was about to leave when she stopped me again. "Wait."

"What now?"

"Don't leave," she patted the space next to her, "I don't want to be alone. Just tonight? Please?"

"Fine," I was gonna regret this— I'd leave before she'd wake up. Yeah, that's what I was gonna do. I took the other side of the bed. I lied down straight and stared at the ceiling while she turned to face me and flashed me a genuine smile, "thank you... for everything." She then closed her eyes and her whole body visibly relaxed as she began to fall in a deep slumber.

Fuck was this girl doing to me?