Well, yes SMUT HI. SMUT. REALLY BAD ADULT STUFF GOING ON DOWN THERE. It was rushed, sorry, I'll make sure the next is passionate and slow and lovely as usual. <3 Promise. Haha, so yes in the 'next few chapters' means... one. So happy birthday to you. Ha, anyways, so I had some edits and changed to it! It being the plot, aha. So yes, um I hope you enjoy, more notes at the end!
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Chapter 21 –
Giovanni patted my back as my face hovered over the toilet and began to hurl my guts out. How could he still even be here, I thought he might have been repulsed when I literally dribbled bits and pieces of my vomit all over his shoes?
Well, I mean he did flip my head up, so that I faced the ceiling, and told me to keep all the shit in my mouth as much as I could. Then we busted into the bathroom, no recognition of the dude and chick making out in there, and I vomited all over the toilet.
I didn’t know what compelled me into even thinking I should just vomit right in front of Giovanni so nonchalantly. But it doesn’t seem like he cared, he was there the entire time… He kept patting my back and whispered, “There we go, get all that shit out.” Even though his language was loutish as ever, it was the only thing I coveted right now, and the only thing I think would have ever mollified me.
Of course the couple walked out in disgust and said nothing more, but Giovanni stayed and continued to caress my back. I threw my head into the toilet and just pressed everything from my gut into the toilet. Yep, that was certainly attractive. Oh I’m hell sure of it. I chucked up for a few more minutes before finishing and sitting right back on my ass in front of the toilet, reeking of spew.
“Oh, gosh, that is just sexy,” Giovanni grinned.
“Shut up,” I groaned gripping my stomach.
“I’m sure that’s not the end of it, keep your head on the toilet, hover over it, I don’t want your face to attract any aids from the toilet seat,” he advised. I ignored his suggestion and decided to just sit in front of the toilet. I glanced over at the door and noticed it was locked.
“So, why are you still here?” I asked nervously.
“Well, I’m waiting for you to pay me back for vomiting all over my shoes,” Giovanni bluntly replied.
We both shared a laugh before he moved and sat beside me. The laughter dwindled and we initiated sitting beside each other in silence. Giovanni made a move to pats me on the shoulder. With that, I leaned into him and find myself resting my head on his shoulder; somewhat bilious but nothing out of the norm. (But to be honest, what was the norm for us? Or what is?)
“Hey, I texted Johnny to come get me,” I remembered. He winces at the sound of his name and glances down at me. “Yeah, you did.”
Quiet.
“Instead, you came to my rescue; does that mean you were with him?” I added. He didn’t bother answering, so I started my own little one sided interrogation. “You were with him, probably because,” I paused, “he wanted to get away from Alyssa and Taylor. You happened to be there, to salvage him. So yes, he ran to you and you guys talked.”
Giovanni cringed.
“Ah, so I was right? No, I was right,” I snickered.
Giovanni gave a little sigh before moving his hand from my shoulder to wrapping his arm around my neck and pulling me towards him. I find myself lying on his lap and staring at that gorgeous face of his for just a moment. “Look at you, Mr. Investigating Neil,” Giovanni chuckled. He leans down and kissed me on the lips.
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