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Kennedy.
Holy fuck. I recognize that hair curtaining the woman next to me.
Kennedy Kay Auburn.
Kennedy is in my bed.
She growls when the phone rings again, covering her ears with her palms only to showcase her left hand... and her left ring finger.
Flashes of last night seep through my foggy memory.
Her pulling me into a chapel.
Me asking her countless times if she was sure about this.
Her being positive this is what she wanted.
Me only hearing the words that Kennedy wanted to marry me.
My last memory was that on the worst day of the year, I had the time of my life.
I suck a sharp inhale in realization because I vaguely remember slipping that ring on her finger, but I could’ve sworn that everything from last night was a fucking dream.
“What?” she asks on a gasp, sitting up.
It takes a moment, her sleepy eyes roaming over me, for her to put the pieces together of where she is.
“Isaiah?” She pushes the hair out of her face, her mascara smudged under her eyes and her lipstick smeared over her cheek.
I’ve never seen perfectly polished Kennedy so unkempt. She looks exactly how I feel.
“Why are you in my room?”
“My room,” I correct.
Kennedy’s eyes move over the hotel room, only for her to realize it’s not hers. Then her attention falls to her clothes she’s still in from last night, Vans and all.
“Oh my God.” She jolts off the bed as if it were on fire. “Oh my God. Did we? Please tell me we didn’t.”
“Did we what?”
“Did we...” She gestures between us frantically, her other hand on her forehead. “Did we, you know...”
“Kenny,” I draw out her name. “We’re both adults here. You can say the word sex.”
“Please tell me we didn’t do that!”
Those brown eyes are pleading for me to say no, which is a bit of a hit to the ego, if I’m being honest.
“Judging by the fact we’re both still wearing all our clothes and I was far too wasted to get anything going on my end, I’d bet good money that no, we did not have sex.”
She exhales, her eyes closing in relief.
Another blow to the ego.
Still sitting on the bed, I hold up my left hand. “We did, however, get married.”
Her eyes shoot open. “What the hell is that?”
