***Sofia*** "S-sofia!" Mateo practically shouts with joy, his cheeks flushed from the booze he still held in his hand. I rush to him as he leans a little too forward and just barely manage to catch him before he falls. He sniffs my hair as I hold him up and chuckles to himself. "Y-You smell s-so good," he whispers loudly. "Shut up!" I hiss, using all my strength to hold him up. He was incredible heavy. "Why are you drinking at this late hou-" I hear footsteps walking down the stairs and panic. I'm literally wearing a flimsy night slip and a thin robe with a drunken man, my mate no less. The Pantry, Solana suggests . `Draping his arm around my shoulder and wrapping my arm around his waist, I steer us in the direction of the pantry, quickly closing the door behind us to conceal us ins