Mallory didn't see Mathew for another two days, and when she did he was just as pissed drunk as he was the day he left. She got up from her seat when he barged into her bedroom at the dead of night, reeking strongly of alcohol.
"Matthew what the hell is wrong with you?!" Mallory snapped at him, as she watched him stagger towards her.
"Shhh!" He lunged forward, pressing his palm against her mouth. In low mumbles he asked, "Do you want to wake everyone up? Then they'll never shut up and leave me alone."
Once he was closer she could pick up on a plethora of perfumes off his clothes. Upon closer inspection, she noticed some bite marks at the side of his neck, giving her a vivid idea of where Matthew had spent his past two days.
"Ugh!" she pushed him away. In a rush, she dashed for the bathroom and splashed water on her face, washing his touch off.
After a gut wrenching minute of cleaning up, she returned to her bedroom with every intention of kicking Matthew out of it.
