Blame It on the Tequila

“I turn on the extra charm just for you.”

“Lucky me.” I looked over and bat my eyelashes just in time to watch Austin stand fully naked from the bed.

As if in slow motion, we both looked down at the same time.

I’d known Austin for over five years, lusted after him from day one. But I had never, ever seen him naked.

“Holy. Shit,” I said with awe. I knew he had to be big everywhere, I just hadn’t been prepared for how big.

“Holy shit,” he shouted, snatching a blanket to cover himself.

It was then, I saw the flash of gold on his finger.

I jutted my hand out and pointed. “Austin, what the fuck is that?”

It was then I saw the flash of gold on my finger.

We both held up our hands and eyed the matching gold bands, trying to piece the night together.

Unable to come up with anything, we both looked up with wide eyes.

“We did not just get married in Vegas,” I said.

“I think— I think we did.”