The Morning After

Las Vegas

CHARLEE

“Do you remember anything?”

Drew rakes his fingers through his hair as he thinks about it. “A little bit, but it’s spotty.”

“Like what?”

“Well, I remember being down by the pool.” He winks at me.

I rub my temples, willing my head to stop pounding. “I think we’re beyond that since we both woke up naked. I’m talking about later in the day. What do you remember from that?”

He rubs the scruff on his chin and I can’t help but fixate on the scratching sound it makes. I flush when another memory surfaces of that scruff brushing up against my thighs.

“Um...I remember taking shots.”

I give him a hurry up gesture. “And?”

His eyes widen. “Holy shit! You made me jump off a building!”

My lip twitches. I do remember that part now that he mentions it. To be honest, I don’t know how anyone could’ve forgotten watching an ogre fall from the sky screaming like a little girl. I wish my phone wasn’t stashed in that locker so I could’ve recorded it. It was seriously some of the funniest shit I’ve ever seen.

I plop my ass down on the end of the bed, trying to ignore the fact that a sexy giant is naked under the sheet behind me. “How did we go from that to getting married? Who does shit like that?” God, why did we drink so much? I keep getting little flashes but nothing that makes much sense at this point.

Drew laughs. “How does it ever happen? We’re not the first people to get shitfaced and married in Vegas.”

I snap my head back to glare at him. “Will you take this seriously?”

“I am taking this seriously,” he insists. “But I’m also having trouble focusing on anything other than the fact that you’re not wearing a bra.” His eyes flick to the lampshade.

I get up and retrieve my bra with a huff. I grit my teeth as I ball it up in my hand.

“What the hell are we going to do, Drew?”

He shrugs. “We’ll get an annulment.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “You sound like you’ve done this before.”

Drew laughs. “I can assure you, Charlee, I’ve never been married, drunk or sober.”

“Fine, we’ll figure out how to get an annulment but in the meantime, nobody can find out about this. I mean it, Drew. Nobody.”

He swings his legs over the side of the bed, stands up with no shame whatsoever, and starts walking to the bathroom. “Hold that thought, I have to take a leak.” I try ignoring his perfect, muscular ass, but c’mon, I’m only human. Let’s just say he has the right to strut around like a peacock. A really big peacock.

As Drew pees, I hear my cell buzzing in my purse. A wad of cash gets stuck in the zipper when I try opening it —which only adds to the mystery—so I have to fight with it to retrieve my phone. I have several incoming texts from my brother and his girlfriend, all of which are telling me to get my ass downstairs for brunch. Shit. We were supposed to meet at ten and it’s now a quarter after.

I glance at my reflection in the mirror and cringe. I have the mother of all sex hair, my eyes are bloodshot, and my lips are swollen. What the...is that a hickey? I take a closer look at the mark right below my collarbone confirming that yes, Drew did in fact mark me like the caveman he is. That fucker.

After firing off a quick reply, I slip on my shoes and head back to my room to make myself presentable as fast as possible. I’ll have to deal with the husband situation later.