Ariana
The sunlight filling the room can go suck a dick. My head is fucked. I mean, more than normal. It’s a pretty weird place most of the time. But at the moment, it’s not good. It’s worse than after Lil’s birthday last November when we decided to drink all the liquor we had hidden in the closet.
Three drinks is my happy place. Four drinks make me honest and depressed. Five drinks make me throw up and want to die. I don’t know how many drinks we had that night, but I absolutely threw up and wanted to die. I felt like shit for three days.
How I feel right now makes me wish it was Lil’s birthday again, without the vomiting part. I hate pain pills. I had to take a shit ton of them seven years ago. I avoid them now. They have memories attached to them.
With a groan, I pull the covers up over my head. It’s Sunday, and I fully intend to spend the day hiding in bed. Especially as I think back over the night before. I can’t believe that guy got the jump on me. Lil and I had self-defense training, and we usually stick together better. We’ve been fucked with enough over theyears to know to play it safer than that. Just looking at myself naked in the mirror reminds me we should.
My mind wanders over the rest of the night and keeps trying to settle on Luca. His dark hair and blue eyes… god, those eyes. Like a quiet sea, begging me to drown in them. He has a few small scars on his face, like he’s been in a lot of fights. One’s right above his top lip, and I had to resist reaching out to touch it when he was near me. Another is next to his right eye, small and vertical. And the one that cuts across his left eyebrow… I don’t know why it’s so sexy, but it’s so fucking sexy.
Fuck. Now I have a headache, and I’m turned on. I might not be into dating, but that doesn’t mean I don’t like orgasms. I like them a lot, thank you very much. I just give them to myself. Reading smutty books is more fun than dating, anyway.
I’ve read a lot of smutty books. A lot. Lil and I started a reading competition on New Year’s Eve. We have multiple categories, like who reads the most books, who reads the longest books, who reads the most books in a series… But they all have to contain explicit sexy time to count. I’m currently working my way through as many novellas as possible, going for quantity over quality. Some have been absolute shit, but some are freaking fantastic. I’ve been perpetually horny for months, and my waterproof toys have been getting a workout. In all honesty, it wasn’t the best idea we’ve ever had. But we were happily into our third round of drinks after a couple of pot gummies when we came up with it. We’re way too competitive to stop now. I’m determined to kick her ass.
Just thinking about Luca’s eyes, those muscles, the tattoo, and that extra sexy eyebrow makes me want to grab a vibrator and hit the shower. And I have no idea what the fuck to do with that information because he’s a fucking DeVille. I’m a fucking DeVille. It’s so complicated. I groan again just before the covers are yanked off me without warning.
“Fuck you, Lil!”
The bitch giggles at me. “Come on, get up. I already tried the nice way. Now you get the stolen blankets way. You need food, caffeine, and ibuprofen. In that order.”
She’s right. She’s also holding a piece of bacon just out of my reach. I almost grab it, but she takes a step back. I growl at her and drag my ass out of bed. She finally gives the bacon up, and I nibble on it, just in case my stomach revolts.
“You look hungover.”
“I wish I was hungover. I don’t even remember you trying to wake me up this morning or going to bed last night.”
The concerned look on Lil’s face morphs into a smirk. “That’s because you passed out in Luca’s arms, and he carried you up here.”
Fuck my life. Memories of him catching me as I started to fall off the counter fill my mind. And he carried me all the way up here? I missed seeing those muscles in action!
I look around the room and freeze. It’s a disaster zone. There’s at least four pairs of my panties just chillin’ on the floor. Cool. Cool. I would facepalm, but my head hurts enough already. I didn’t get to enjoy being in the arms of the hottest guy I’ve ever seen because I was unconscious for most of it,andhe walked by my dirty underwear. Awesome. Just fucking spectacular.
“We should do laundry. I think we’re out of clean socks again.”
“I love how you say ‘we’ like it’s not me who’s out of fucking socks because you constantly steal them. Doing laundry sucks, and it’s basically summer.” Lil shrugs. “We’ll hardly wear them for the next few months.”
I slap my hand to my chest in horror. “Excuse me, but some of my cutest shoes require socks!”
Lil rolls her eyes. “So just order more.”
Glancing around again, that does seem like my best option. We’ve kind of let the room get out of hand. Between my ADHDand Lil’s general hatred of cleaning, we only do it when I suddenly decide we can’t live like this anymore and beg or force her to help me. I haven’t had a cleaning fit hit in months, and it shows.
I bend down to start collecting dirty clothes but quickly realize it needs to wait until my head stops pounding. Instead, I use my feet to kick stuff over into a corner. It’s better than nothing.
“Are you done with… whatever it is you’re doing?” Lil asks, moving her finger in a circle at me, our locket swinging from her wrist.
I puff out a breath. Fuck it. “Yeah. Let’s go get more bacon. And Idoremember you giving me the locket when Doc was stitching me up.”
Lil’s lips curl up into a grin. “Because I’m such a nice sister and let you borrow it for the night. But technically, it’s still mine, so when you didn’t wake up the first time I tried, I took it back.”
“Rude.” I flip her off as I stomp out of the room.
Becca has a whole plate full of perfectly crispy bacon waiting for me, next to a cup of coffee that’s mostly caramel creamer and a bottle of ibuprofen. But best of all is the hug she gives me. “Thanks, Becks.”
“Anytime, sweet girl,” she says. “If you need anything else, you let me know.”
I see Lil’s mouth start to move, and quickly point a finger at her. “Don’t you even dare ask Becca to do our laundry, Lilith. It’s like the one chore we have around here.” Becca laughs and goes about her day. She does most of the cooking and cleaning, acting as both chef and housekeeper to our family, but really, she’s like the grandma neither of us has.
