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I pull up the covers and my fingers graze over something on my hand. I pause hoping that it’s not what I think it is and I look down as my heart skips a beat and my mouth goes dry.
There is a silver band with a large single diamond on my ring finger sparkling at me. I hold my hand up and turn it, then look at the object weighting my finger again. This can’t be.
What the ever-loving hell happened last night?
I look beside me as if in slow-motion and that’s when I see him.
Who is he? Is this his room? What the hell happened?
A man sleeps, with his back to me. His dark brown hair is disheveled from sleep and I’m pretty sure that he’s just as naked as I am.
I can’t see any defining features of him, but he doesn’t have a hairy back, and it looks like he’s got a strong back. The muscles move as he breathes, and I can tell that as I lower my eyes to the lower half of his back, that he’s not wearing any clothing either.
Well, that’s a win for me, that I didn’t hook up with a hairy dude. I could have chosen a beast of a man, but from the looks of him, he’s not part animal and part man. But seriously, who is he and was whatever we did last night good?
Another bonus is that this room is fantastic, and this bed is so nice that I almost don’t want to get out.
But whatever happened last night and whatever this is… cannot be.
I cannot be married to a complete stranger.
In fear of waking the slumbering stranger beside me, I slink out of the soft sheets and tiptoe across the room. I see the white-lace dress that I wore last night on the floor, with my panties and both of my heels.
As quiet as can be, I look around the room. It’s a very nice room.
I wish that I could remember last night, but the last thing I remember was my friends telling me that I wouldn’t talk to the attractive man in the tux. I remember dancing with him, drinking with him, and then riding in a limo, just the two of us. This must be the guy.
I look over to the bed, where he’s sleeping.
If I remember correctly, he is extremely attractive. He has chiseled features, with bright turquoise eyes and a devilish smile. The tux that he wore last night, wore him, he didn’t wear it. He filled it out perfectly and even though I wondered why he was wearing a tux, when all his friends weren’t, he looked to be comfortable in his skin enough to not give a crap.
A chill runs through my body at a memory of the night. Kissing on the dance floor and his strong hands holding me against him. I shake my head, spot my clutch on a table, grab it quietly to not wake the slumbering man in the bed, then turn to leave the room.
With one last glance back to him, taking in the scene and wondering about what the hell happened last night, I slowly turn the knob and exit.
Walking down the long hotel hallway, I make my way to the elevator Once inside, I take a deep breath and lean my head back against the wall.
Where usually the walk of shame would be an embarrassing thing, in Vegas—you wouldn’t know whether or not the person walking down the street had spent the night in the arms of another, playing the slots, or dancing all night long. I move across the lobby in last nights’ dress and out to the sidewalk of the hotel.
I open my clutch and sigh heavily when I remember that my cell phone is dead and instead I walk up to the check-in counter, I ask if I can get a cab and soon I am on my way back to the hotel room that I’m sharing with my girlfriends off of the main strip and far from where I am standing.
I take my key out of my handbag and enter in the room, ready for a barrage of questions and loaded with my own as well.
Quinn, my roommate is sitting on the chair in the corner of the room. She has her phone in one hand and coffee in the other.
“About damn time you showed up, what the heck happened to you last night?” she asks loudly, waking up Hanna who bolts up in the bed we were previously sharing.
“That’s the same damn question that I have but as you can tell, I was out all night. I think you should pay up now, I went through with talking to the super-hot guy, I think I actually did more than talk to him though.”
“I’d say. Last night, it was like you were under some spell, you two were in your own little world. Not us or his friends could separate you guys,” she laughs.
“So, you guys hooked up?” Hanna sits up in the bed asking.
I laugh awkwardly, avoiding their gazes while I remove my heels then dig through my suitcase to change into a tank top and shorts and cast aside the dress which promptly landed me a husband.
“Well, Pey?” Hanna pushes, leaning forward and laying on her stomach with her chin fitted in her palm.
“We totally hooked up and I’m sure it was wonderful. If only I could remember any of it,” I say pushing my hair off my forehead and out of my eyes.
