Wrong or Write by Corgan Sky

Author:Corgan, Sky [Corgan, Sky]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-01-28T00:00:00+00:00

Sunday Night

Never before had I felt like such crap. When I awoke the next morning, the room was spinning and the sun was my enemy. I hissed at it as I pulled the covers up over my head, practically gagging at the smell of sweat and alcohol that permeated from my body. There was another scent too though, a scent that it took me a second to place. Dominick.

The moment I realized I could smell him was also the moment I realized I was only wearing my bra and underwear. In a panic, I threw the covers down and surveyed my surroundings. This was not my bedroom. Not my beige comforter. Not my bed. I was in Dominick's bed, and I was practically naked, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Had we? I squeezed my thighs together, then slipped a hand in my underwear to poke around my vagina. No, we hadn't. Part of me wanted to sigh in relief, but a deeper part of me was disappointed. Sure, I wanted to remember my first time, but I had also hoped my first time would be with him. If he hadn't taken advantage of me when I was drunk, then it was probably not going to happen.

I groaned and pulled myself out of bed, stumbling to the bathroom to pee. Then I rummaged through his chest of drawers for a T-shirt and pair of boxer shorts. What had happened? Why was I in Dominick's bed? What had we done? How I wish I would have remembered.

I opened the bedroom door to the tantalizing aroma of breakfast. Dominick was in the kitchen whipping up some eggs and bacon. It was the first time I had seen him cook since I'd been staying with him.

“Good morning,” I grumbled, pulling myself up onto the bar that looked out over the kitchen.

“Good morning,” he replied with a grin.

“I woke up in your bed,” I said stupidly, not sure how else to phrase it.

“Oh, yeah.” His eyes shifted nervously. “You threw up on yourself last night, so I took your clothes to wash them and put you in my bed. I hope you don't mind, but I didn't think you'd want to wake up in a puddle of vomit.”

“No, I would not have.”

Dominick turned off the burners before going to fetch me a glass of water and some Tylenol. He slid them both in front of me, smiling all the while, then he made me a plate of food.

“What are you so chipper about?” I asked, frowning.

“First hangover?”

“Yes.”

“Doesn't feel good, does it?” He wrinkled his nose as he shook his head.

The son of a bitch is mocking me. “No,” I replied dryly.

Dominick grabbed a plate of food and sat beside me. His appetite was hearty, while the very sight of eggs made my stomach turn. Still, he had gone out of the way to cook for me, so I wasn't going to let them go to waste. At least, not on my plate. If I threw them up later, that couldn't be helped.

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