Coming Down [G-Eazy]

Chapter XII

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G's POV

The after party was a huge success, and afterwards Elena and I stumbled outside, trying to hail a taxi.

"Wait, where's Marty?" she asked, looking around.

I shrugged. "He's probably already back at the hotel. I'll text him."

I sent him a quick message, but after a few minutes there was still no response.

"Don't worry about it, he knows his way back," I spoke as we got into a taxi and told the driver the address.

"Okay," she leaned her head on my shoulder.

"You drink too much?" I chuckled, and I felt her nod.

"Maybe a little."

After a couple of minutes, I moved my hand to her thigh, inching my way up her leg.

"G, stop that," she grabbed my hand, halting my actions.

I laughed in response as the taxi came to a stop in front of the hotel. I dug out some money, handing it to the driver before opening the door and getting out. I offered my hand to Elena, helping her out before we made our way up to the hotel room.

Taking the key card, I stuck it in the door before swinging it open. There was Marty, already passed out on the bed. I shook my head, not at all surprised, although he did usually stick around until well after the parties ended.

"Fuck," Elena spoke lowly, dropping her purse on a chair. "I didn't bring any extra clothes because I thought I'd be going home."

"Well, that was your first mistake, thinking I was gonna let you go home," I chuckled, throwing her a black T-shirt from my bag. "Here. That should work for tonight."

"Thanks," she replied, taking off her shirt and bra before struggling to pull off her pants.

I couldn't help but stare at her as she stood in front of me in just a pair of underwear. "Welcome."

"Stop," she warned me, pointing at me before sliding on the shirt that was about ten times too big for her.

"What?" I spoke defensively, putting up my hands. "You're hot. It's not my fault."

She shook her head in response, climbing into bed. I stripped down to just my boxers before stumbling over to the bed as well.

"Hey, Lena," I whispered, sliding my hand under her shirt, kissing her neck.

"No," she whispered back.

"But-"

"No," she cut me off. "Marty is sleeping literally like five feet away."

"He won't hear anything. You just have to be quiet," I insisted. "Please."

"G, we literally fucked like, eight hours ago," she muttered as I moved my lips to hers.

"That was so long ago."

"You're annoying. Let me sleep."

"Please."

"Shut up, my god," she put her palm on my chest, pushing me away from her. "Goodnight, G."

She rolled over, facing the opposite direction. Sighing, I grabbed her waist, pulling her closer to me. I was too drunk to really argue with her any further, and I wasn't getting anywhere, anyways. "Goodnight then, Lena."