Take a Look At Yourself

LAST NIGHT

This tiny, little thing was taking shots like she was a linebacker. I was pretty sure Carmen took tequila better than Brian or Johnny ever could. It was like watching a professional. The way her throat worked the alcohol down to her stomach was strangely erotic. That damn soccer player had me with a boner all damn night.

"TEQUILA!" Carmen yelled, rubbing her stomach and smiling at me. Laughing, I shook my head at her and took another shot. Unlike my tiny player, I was pacing myself. One of us had to drive us home and make sure we made it safe.

She was already starting to sway, clearly the strong drink was affecting her. I liked this loosened up version of Carmen. Don't get me wrong, she was a joy to be around when she was sober, but with some tequila in her, it was like she was an entirely different person than the one she let everyone see. This Carmen was free and uninhibited. This was the Carmen the team needed to see.

"MATTY!!!" My eyes widened when I saw her on top of the counter, shirt halfway pulled up her stomach.

"Carmen!" Running over to the counter, I pulled her and threw her over my shoulder. Her hands immediately went for my ass, grabbing it as she did. "Alright, now, keep your hands to yourself."

She giggled and swatted my butt. Sighing, I set her down on a stool. Carmen was hiding her face in her shoulder. "Matty, you're so cute." She reached out and poked my cheek. One of my dimples popped out and she put her finger in it.

"Thank you, hon. I think we need to get you home." I picked her up, bridal style, and guided her outside. There was no way I was going to let her stay at home alone. I completely believed that she was going to throw up at some point tonight.
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Carmen clung to my arm as I tried to get her out of her jeans. She was fighting me, but I just wanted her to be comfortable. After about five minutes, I finally got her into one of my shirts and wrapped into a blanket on my couch. There was no way in hell I was even attempting to move into my bedroom.

"Matt," she said, her blue eyes sparkling up at me. "I don't feel good."

Immediately, I had her up and into the bathroom, holding her hair back as she started to cough up all the tequila she had had that night. Her body convulsed as the puke just kept coming and coming. Rubbing her back, I tried to be as soothing as possible. Carmen just started to cry, clinging to my toilet bowl.

After ten minutes, all the vomit was out of her system and I had her back onto the couch. She wrapped herself like a burrito in my blanket and snuggled against my chest. When she woke up, I didn't want her to think we did anything, but it was like she wanted me here with her. So I stayed.
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"DAD! NO!" Carmen pounded against my chest, waking me up from my sleep. Her fists continued to pound and pound until I finally grabbed them and held her in my arms. "DON'T TOUCH ME!"

I knew she was asleep, but there was nothing I could do to wake her up. She was fighting so much. All I wanted to do was to make her feel better, but this was a nightmare I don't think she could wake up from. And the fact that it was her dad she was screaming about made my heart ache.

No wonder her Thanksgiving had been so awful. Her father abused her or hurt her in any kind of way, I wouldn't want her to go home either. No one should ever be subjected to abuse. Pulling her closer, I just held her, stroking her hair.
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The sun hit my eyes and I felt someone snuggle closer against me. Carmen stretched and then smelled me. I held back a smile so she wouldn't know I was awake, but I knew what she had done.

I don't think I was the only one with a crush.

Notes

Short but an update. I gotta work on these so they're longer.