What the fuck is happening tonight.
…
Gio hunches over the door, swearing under his breath and trying to fit the key into the lock like it's a boss fight. He takes deep breaths. "Let me do it. I need to feel in control again."
Control. Sure. Noah is lying flat on the welcome mat, eyes closed, face against the concrete.
Lorenzo is asleep on my shoulder, deadweight, full body leaning into mine, breathing like a dying animal.
I gently stroke the back of his head. "Please don't puke on me. Please. I've done nothing to deserve this."
Gio is still at war with the keyhole. "I got it. I GOT it. It's upside down. Wait. Why is this hole…backwards?" Lorenzo sighs, eyes still closed. "Gio, if you don't open that fucking door in the next ten seconds I will strangle you with Noah's shoelaces."
Noah lifts a hand weakly from the floor. "You can use them. I no longer require shoes. Or dignity."
"I SAID I GOT IT!"
Click. The door creaks open. He turns around like he has just disarmed a bomb. We all shuffle inside. Noah army-crawls across the floor.
Lorenzo lets out a sigh and collapses face-first on the nearest couch. I look around the entryway, blinking hard to stay upright. "Okay. Nobody die until I drink water and burn these clothes."
Gio turns around, points the key at me like it's a knife. "Told you I had it."
I nod slowly. "I'm proud of you, baby."
Pause. He winks. And slams the door shut behind us.
…
We came back home from the party like twenty minutes ago, but Lorenzo and Noah are already sleeping.
Gio is fully dressed, chilling inside the bathtub, legs stretched out, head back. I am brushing my teeth, feeling his eyes on me, burning into my face. "You look so gone right now," I mutter around the toothbrush, foam in the corner of my mouth.
He chuckles low. "Oh I am so gone…" he says, grinning.
"…for you."
I roll my eyes, trying so hard not to smile. My face is already hot. Could be the alcohol. Could be him. I look in the mirror and see him moving slowly.
The tub creaks as he steps out. He comes to stand behind me, and for some reason, suddenly he looks taller. Or I became shorter. Whatever.
I bend over the sink to spit the toothpaste out.
My ass is brushing right up against his dick.
"Woah, woah, woah," he says, slurring just a little. "It's too late, Ravioli. Stop turning me on."
I freeze. Then burst out laughing. He's practically draped over me while I'm rinsing my mouth. His whole body presses into my back, and then his hands slide up under my shirt.
He grabs my chest. His cheek smushes against my back, right between my shoulder blades.
He squeezes. "It's so…" he mumbles, almost to himself. I pause, still hunched over the sink. "So…what?" I ask, raising an eyebrow even though he can't see it.
He just giggles. Against my spine. "I don't know," he says. Still laughing. And I start laughing too.
He's so stupid.
And so fucking adorable.
