Fresco

Popped Cherry?

Companion Song: White Room by Cream

Rose

My arms feel stiff as I raise them to rub my eyes. I can't believe I blacked out last night, I usually know my limits. When I fully gain consciousness, I realize that these sheets are too nice to be mine. They almost feel like... silk?

What the fuck. This is not my bed and it is certainly not my room, nor does it look like it belongs to anyone I know. There are deep brown hardwood floors, drapes on a window that stretches from ceiling to floor, and a giant TV in front of the bed. Don't even get me started on the full size mirror on the ceiling above the bed, it makes my stomach turn. Oh my God, did I hook up with that Damien guy last night? Am I no longer a virgin? I panic and start looking for clues of where I am and whose room this is.

First off, my dress and panties are still on, which is a good sign. Next, phone. Where is it? I scramble around in the sheets and realize it's plugged in on, what looks like, an expensive wood nightstand. As I lean over to grab it, I look at the other objects on the nightstand. A box of condoms, unopened and... Magnum XL? What horrifies me more than the condoms is a family portrait in a little frame. A stoic woman, a serious and heavily tattooed man, and

A younger looking Vinnie.

My heart sinks deep down into my chest. All the clues in the room don't point to sex, but still why am I in the bed of the man who has made my life a nightmare for the past two weeks?

Gathering courage, I step out of bed onto the hardwood floors. My heels are lined up nicely by the edge of the bed. Trying to be as quiet as possible, I make my way to the door. The door is heavy and looks like it could drown out the sounds of a full string orchestra.

"Hey sleepyhead. I was so worried about you."

It's a familiar face, Cass stands in front of me in Patrick's clothes with her arms outstretched. I hug her and take in the sight of the two shirtless boys in the kitchen. One is lean built with light brown hair, Patrick. The other is more muscular, with tattoos littering his back and stretching from hips to the top of his neck, Vinnie.

"I'm so sorry. I'm never mixing dark and light liquor again, I promise." I bury my head into her freshly showered curls.

"Don't worry about it, it happens to the best of us." she assures me

Vinnie lets a chuckle slip out.

"Quit it." Cass glares at him.

"Listen I love you and you know I love you, but right now you smell like the entirety of Amore's liquor cabinet. Patrick is fixing up some brunch, why don't you go take a shower?"

"Here, I'll show you." Vinnie stands from his seat at the table and walks back toward the room I woke up in.

"Listen, I'm really sorry about last night. I never get that drunk, but you have to tell me something." I say as he closes the door behind us.

Before I can get out my question my eyes trace his intricate tattoos over his six pack. He looks like he just walked out of an ad for Calvin Klein. I wish he would just put a shirt on, so I can focus.

"Did we?"

Vinnie raises an eyebrow.

"Don't make me say it. But really, did we?" I motion towards the unmade bed.

"Dio mio freshman. You could hardly stand when we left last night. I slept on the couch in the living room. I figured you could use a night in a proper bed after how messed up you got last night. So to answer your question, no we didn't." he says in his strong Italian accent.