Chapter 10: Slowly Revealing
I woke up with a massive headache, sleeping next to Gilbert. All I remember was having a few drinks at Arles and then blacking out after a martini. Goodness, I'll never drink again. Due to my headache I talked to the nurse, who advises me to just get some rest. My angel suggested staying with me, but I urged him to go to classes without me.
To pass the time, I tried finishing some of my homework. But the pain in my head was so great I ended up resting more than working. All I had left were History and Mathematics, two of my least favorite subjects.
Gilbert returned from classes a few hours later while I tried to get some rest. He held me in my bed as I slept. Not remembering anything from last night, I asked him what happened after I got drunk.
"After I took you back here," he began, "you nearly jumped out of the window saying you just wanted some fresh air. Good thing I was there to grab you. For a long while you began to vomit outside, so I have you some water. Then you..." He trailed off into a whisper. I stared at him, waiting for him to finish his story.
"Then you... well... tried to have sex with me," he finally said. I felt ashamed; it has been decided, I'll never drink again. "But you didn't do anything, I promise you that. Eventually I had to sing your lullaby to calm you down."
My song. "Nature's Lullaby". My lullaby. And only he can use it to calm me to sleep. Having sex while I was drunk did sound like something other drunk people would do. To "clear my memories", I should ask him how I tried to sleep with him.
"The whole 'having drunken sex' thing," I said. "Did I kiss you like this?" I pulled his shirt so that his lips connected to mine. He nodded when we broke apart.
"And unbutton your shirt like this?" I asked him as I fumbled for his shirt buttons. Again, he nodded.
"One more thing, did I kiss your neck like this?" I asked him, then I began to kiss both sides of his neck. And then the back of it that was hidden behind is golden locks. I felt Gilbert nod as he moaned from the pleasure, his head on my shoulders.
From the entrance to our room, we heard someone shout, "What the hell?!" Looking up, we noticed that Gilbert forgot to close the door. For standing before us was Jonathan Chiffon, one of the two boys that occupy Room 16. He stared at us with shocked eyes.