Honey and Scars

Beautiful mess

When we got back to my house Matteo lifted me out of the truck and walked me back towards the house.

"We have to go into the back because your parents are in the dining room. They got worried so they sent me to get you and tell you it's time to come home." Matteo said opening the back door before walking us inside.

"Mhm." I mumbled quietly as I laid my head against his chest as he carried me in his arms.

He chuckled a bit and placed me down as we got to the base of the stairs.

"Now go quietly upstairs to your room okay? I'll talk to your parents, and then meet you there." He said as he looked down at me through soulful eyes.

I nodded and turned to climb my way up the stairs. I gripped the railing and nearly fell down. I turned back to see Matteo walking towards the dining room. As I stumbled my way up the stairs I hummed to myself, being that the only thing was able to think about what my feet. Right, left, right, left, right, right. Fuck. I fell to my knees and sat there on the floor. Tears began to well in my eyes as the sound of my pitiful cries filled the hall.

After a minute Matteo came running up the stairs. "Oh my God, Hannah." He said as he took both my hands and pulled me up.

I looked up at him through wet lashes and licked my lips as I sniffled. "I fell." I said and put my hands on either side of his face.

He chuckled a bit and sighed. "Yes love. I know." He agreed as he put his hand on one of mine.

"Cmon. Let's get you to bed." He said picking me up bridal style as he transported me to my bedroom. He closed the door behind us and sat me on the bed.

When I sat down the already short dress I was wearing rolled up my thighs, leaving nothing to the imagination.

He toward above me and looked down with an almost lewd expressionacross his features. "Fuck..." I heard him say as he bit his bottom lip when he surveyed my body up and down with his hazel orbs.

I looked up at him and shook my head unsure of what he was looking at. I looked down at my legs to see my thighs and part of my underwear exposed. I quickly covered myself up, and even though I was drunk I still felt ashamed. My head was spinning and sniffle was all I could do to keep from throwing up.

I felt myself gag so I quickly got up and ran to the bathroom down the hall. I threw open the toilet lid and kneeled down as I threw up into the toilet. Fuck.

I heard Matteo's footsteps follow quickly behind me.

I pulled my head away from the toilet and shook from the sudden expel of stomach bile.

I felt his presence behind me as his hand found its way to my hair. He held it back for me while his other hand rubbed my back.

This is fucking embarrassing. The intoxication is slowly wearing off, and now I'm just mortified. I quickly leaned over the bowl and threw up again.

So fucking gross. I can't even believe he's here. He probably thinks I'm disgusting.

He rubbed soft circles on my back as a soft "it's okay." Escaped his lips.

I quickly pulled back and flushed the toilet. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and shivered.

He kneeled down behind me as I closed the lid, and pushed a piece of loose hair behind my ear.

"You want to take a shower?" He asked me.

I nodded as that was the only movement I was capable of doing. Was he going to stay? I don't think I could handle that right now. Yet, the thought turns me on an immoderate amount.