Marvelous First- Part ONE #NewAdult

One

After letting all of the toxins out of my body witch I know wasn't pleasant for the mystery man to watch, I stoke up a conversation with him. " You really should get some liquids, to release the headache of yours. " He explained to me with an southern accent, I could've listened to it all day or night. My eyes narrowed In his direction, then I laughed once my thoughts were clear enough.

" So, I'm guessing we weren't formally introduced after all that's happened since last evening, or after I threw up on you. " I said jokingly as I looked straightforward into his eyes. " No we weren't but I sure got to know you a heck of a lot better, since you instructed me to hold your hair whilst you were in a bad, non-cohesive shape."

He laughed, a laugh that made his whole torso shake- his muscles vibrating like an unanswered cell phone. " My name is Nate Humphreys- " He sighed, and pointed to the bed. " The stranger you found in the oversized king sized bed."

That was rather awkward. If not the most horrifying moment of my entire existence. I thought to myself but instead I said " A name to the mysterious face"

" A name to the mysterious face" He or should I say Nate repeated.

" I apologize my name is Isabella Beryline." I can feel my face, hands and - other parts of my body sweat- which happens when I'm nervous.

" Nice to formally meet you." Nate said. " Would you like some water miss Beryline. "

" Oh please just call me Isabella, if you call me by my first and lasts name it makes me feel rather old in an eerie way. But yes, water is needed. " I motioned to my dry as a cactus throat. " Right then water coming up."

***

While having a free moment I check my phone, to which I didn't know that it was on me thanks to my hangover.

Three missed calls

Four text messages

All from numbers I didn't recognize.

"Here's the water you requested madam, fresh from the sink... " I take the glass of cold liquids, nod in thanks, my insides deliberately screaming at me to hydrate. As if my body needed fuel, like gasoline to make it alive again. Tipping the glass to my mouth, I welcome the cold feeling to overtake me. Four gulps down, and I was left with an yet again empty glass. I need more, this feeling is absolutely horrible .

Once I began feeling like myself, I question Nate to possibly clear up any further confusion I might have starting with the obvious.

" Why are you shirtless. "
Oh no that came out wrong.

I shift my weight not feeling comfortable because of the tile, without me saying a word he gives me his hand to take.

" You were cold, so I gave my shirt to you" He smirked mischievously. I knew he was fabricating the story. "No Nate, what really happened?" I asked him seriously with my head tilted. "Ms. Beryline, Isabella I mean that's what happened . Your dress was soaked with tequila."

Now the truth's out.

That would explain the saturated tequila stained dress." I thought to myself before changing the subject. I cleared my throat, "don't worry I don't have cuddies I swear. " I said in air quotes, my first two fingers signaling them.

He smiled- cheeks stained red, clearly embarrassed at the fact I remember anything from the night, where I was way to wasted to recall anything I had done nor said.

Nate looked like a ghost, with a white sheet covered face. "I uh didn't know you heard that. I'm very sorry.

I eyed him sarcastically and said. " You're lucky I had you hold my hair, I would just have a family do it but—"

He cut me off, removing a red curl from my lips. His right hand brushing past my nostrils leaving a scent of gen with pumpkin spice, a scent I love. Inhaling and letting the scent overtake me. I breathed in and smiled.

Oh how it reminds me of home.

Instead of me reminiscing about home, I changed the subject, with my lower limbs, begging to be released from a crouched position, and I released them. " So tell me Nate, do you any hobbies minus ending up rooming with a strange girl's beds?" I asked sarcastically, thinking of things he would say

No hobbies I just like to tip back a few beers.

Or no hobbies I just came here for the ladies'

But he didn't say those two things. Instead he said: "I was in the Army for three years, did my fair shares in Afghanistan and Iraq. "

Needless to say I was more than shocked by him in ways, inspired in other ways than the alternative.

My face began to show signs of life again, bringing my insides to life again. My head was finally cleared of the drunken fog.

" I saw things that I'd rather not relive again, Isabella" He whispered to me as he shut his tired, red rimmed eyes.
Probably due to the amount of alcohol he'd consumed the night previous, but he doesn't remember. I wasn't going to let him sleep on the cold, hard bathroom floor.
I was determined to get him, carry his dead weight to the bed.

Mind you this is just a preview.... Thoughts are welcomed