It's 12:30am and I swear that time is moving along so slowly. Me being sober and watching everyone else get messed up doesn't help so I keep looking back at me and Anthony's texts (yes lame I know! But you would too!)
"Okay, that last shot... I'm done.." Eliot shook his head.
"Same." Margot said taking a sip of her water.
Everyone pretty much passed out on the way back to the hotel. I appreciated the silence, allowing me to think about what to do next. Should I text him now? Or wait until I'm back at the hotel? I smell like food and whiskey. Will I have time to shower? Should I even text him?
I somehow managed to get these three drunkasses up to their rooms in record time. 1:03am. Damn, its kinda late. Maybe he's tired, what if he's sleeping. Fuck it.
Anthony Volpe
Where art thou Volpe? 🫣
Outside 😉
What?! Wait! I'm just getting out of the shower 🫠
Im only kidding lol But I will be in about 15 minutes. Is that okay?
Geeeez you had me about ready to run out to the door in my towel 😤
Cant say id have a problem with that 😏
😅 would your room be okay? margot and maddi are passed out all over the place and their drunk snoring is torture
😂 okay my room is fine. 1321.
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I threw on some sweatpants with a white crop and fluffy house slippers. And this is the part where I confess the hurricane of emotions and thoughts going through me at the moment.
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I'm not sure if Anthony is expecting the big three letter word from me tonight. He doesn't seem like the type. But then again, why are we hanging after 1am? Even so, in a hotel room? These signs point to yes, Aria, so wear cute underwear. But his intentions aren't clear based off of our conversations which have been running a different route. He's sent some flirty messages but nothing that screams "let's fuck tonight". So I'm going comfy/casual and spicing it up with a crop top so it looks like I put in some kind of effort.
Which leads me to my next frustration. If he wants it, do I? I mean of course I do, but I'm not exactly seasoned in that department, as of recently at least. I'm not the type to jump into bed with just anyone, hence my almost 3 years of celibacy. But then again, he is not just anyone. I'm so attracted to him, I don't think I'd be able to say no to him anyways. I think I'm overthinking everything and I probably wouldn't be if it was anyone else but Anthony fucking Volpe.
