No special occasion

DEIRDRE POV

DAY ELEVEN

Groaning, as I rolled on the bed, my hand patted where Matteo should be, and I drew closer, only to open my eyes as it felt cold to my touch, and also, I didn't see Matteo there.

I sat up on the bed, slowly, ignoring the ache spreading through me, from my pussy, down to my nipples. However, my pussy wasn't the only place that was sore. Every part of my body.

I remembered every bit of detail that happened last night, embarrassingly so. Yet, I craved Matteo's touch more than ever.

I was only embarrassed that I had gotten drunk and initiated the whole thing without an iota of shame in me.

Maybe I shouldn't be ashamed, but I couldn't help it. Also, I was lucky to bypass hangover.

I guessed it was due to the water Matteo had forcefully shoved down my throat that didn't make me wake up feeling nauseous this morning, but that didn't mean I didn't feel a headache.

It could easily be ignored, but at the same time, it was still there.

Matteo stepped into the room, casuall