𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄, pedri gonzález

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮 𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, olive

❝ made your mark on me, a golden tattoo. ❞
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I'm sitting up on Pedri's bed, scratching my head from the headache that just hit. I don't even know why I suddenly decided to get so drunk, I was doing perfectly fine.

I look down to myself and see me wearing a plain, beige oversized shirt which obviously belongs to the mostly naked man next to me.

"Thank god, we didn't sleep together." I mutter to myself, remembering what happened last night.

I feel Pedri moving next to me. "But, believe you me, you wanted to." His sleepy ass speaks through the pillow his head is laid on, face first.

"I was drunk." I point out, staring him down as he tries to sleep again yet still manages to comment.

"Drunk words are sober thoughts." He turns his head on the pillow facing me. I didn't even need to see his face to see the smirk that formed on his face.

It's too early in the morning and I have the worst headache to start getting philosophical over here. "Go get your beauty sleep, sleeping beauty." I tell him, hitting him over the head, earning a chuckle from him.

I ignore his presence and roll out of bed, wanting to get out of here right this second. His shirt covers up most my buttocks, which means, "I swear if I find you staring at my ass, I'm gonna end you, González." I warn, turning around and pointing my finger at him.

He immediately closes his eyes when I turn and look at him. "You're a kid." I roll my eyes at his behavior.

"Okay." He opens up his eyes again. "That's how you're gonna play it? Fine." I don't even know what he means, and I honestly could not care less at this hour.

He removes the blanket off of him and turns around on his back in the bed. I don't get what he's doing but I'm just getting out of here.

I spot my purse on his desk and head towards it to grab it. I am also met by my heels on the floor next to my dress. I grab all three, ready to get out.

I want to thank Pedri first since he did take care of me in the end. As his sister always says, 'stupid douche with a good heart'.

I turn around and find him sitting on his bed instead of asleep like I had expected. He's leaned back on his bed post and is just watching me.

Why do men have this thing where they don't wear a shirt to bed? Who are they trying to impress? Don't they get cold?

However, I am kind of grateful that he doesn't wear one. He has the abs of God and a V-line most people don't have. He may not have the dream height but he certainly has the dream body.

"I can't stare at your ass, you can't stare at my abs." This little ass.

"Oh, go fuck yourself!" I turn and see a pen on his desk, grab it and immediately aim at him. He chuckles as he catches it instead of it hitting him.

I head for his door. "Goodbye." I roll my eyes, opening the door and slamming it behind me, ignoring his comment. He doesn't deserve a thank you.

I turn and find Pablo walking out of their room. Great, perfect timing.

He opens his mouth to speak but I am definitely not doing this shit at this goddamn hour. "Say a word and you're dead!" I threaten him, before he gets the wrong idea.