Ana stumbled into her room late that night being held up by Matt and Sam, completely drunk. As they let her go she fell onto the bed.
“I’ve got it Sammy girl…” Matt said as he turned and pushed Sam out the door and closed it.
Sam protested but had to admit she was feeling pretty drunk herself, so just grumbled as the door closed. “Vincent will kill you!”
“I’m just going to put her to bed…trust me” Matt laughed.
Matt stepped back over to the bed. He stood looking down at the inert form of Ana sprawled on her bed recklessly, basically unconscious. His eyes darkened as they roamed her tight little body as he licked his thumb and ran it over his bottom lip. He knelt down on the floor and grabbed one of her legs and started unlacing her boot. She stirred and glanced at him, raising her head
