Shit. It’s almost ten-thirty and I have approximately a million texts from Anna, Elizabeth, and Naomi, all asking whether I’m still alive and whether or not they should call the police. I hit Anna’s name and let it ring.
“Oh, good,” she answers. “You’re not dead.”
“Nope, not dead,” I say, trying to sound upbeat. “I just woke up a little while ago.”
She snickers. “Still with Mr. Delicious?”
“Yeah, he’s in the shower, where I’m about to be.”
“‘Okay. We’re thinking we’d have brunch at the place from yesterday before we head to the airport. You in?”
I nod even though she can’t see me. “Yeah. Let me get my shit together, and I’ll be there. Order me an omelette if I’m late.”
“Will do. See you in a few.”
I get myself into the shower and spend some time just resting under the flow of hot water. The ring sparkles in the stream of water. I keep searching my memory for any sign of this, for any of what must have led up to it, but there’s nothing. Just what feels like a blank space. It’s disconcerting. It’s even more disconcerting and saddening that I missed my own wedding. I spent so much time planning my wedding to Wyatt, and I never got to have that one, and now I wake up married to Will and it’s like I never got that wedding either. Maybe I cursed myself somehow. I smack the tiles in the shower. Again. And again. It feels good to let some of the anger out. Every time I think of him it’s there, and given the fact that we’d been together for almost three years, and all of those memories are mixed with him, he comes to mind a lot. I smack the wall again. Whatever happened last night, this can’t. We’ll have to deal with an annulment later, but I can’t be married to a man that I’ve known for less than twelve hours, no matter how good he happens to be in bed.
I towel off and put on my bra. I can’t seem to find my underwear though.
The memory comes flooding back of Will holding them to his nose and putting them in his pocket. Oh, well. I have more underwear at my hotel. I shimmy into my dress and head back out into the main room to find my high heels. Lots of firsts today: First time going commando in a dress, first time doing the walk of shame, first day of being married…
“I had this delivered last night, so you don’t have to wear the same clothes.” Will’s voice comes from behind me and I jump. When I turn, he’s smiling. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”
He’s holding a sundress on a hangar. It’s simple and pretty, a deep green that I actually think will look good on me. “Thanks,” I say, taking it from him.
I step into the bathroom to slip it on, and I hear his voice outside. “I thought it might be fun to go shopping today. Vegas is full of amazing stores, and I can’t imagine a better start to a honeymoon than spoiling you.”
The dress fits perfectly, and I fold up the other one so I can put it in my purse. I don’t meet his eyes as I head over to the couch and my shoes. “I can’t go shopping today. I’m meeting my friends for brunch in a few minutes and my flight home leaves this afternoon.” I feel an odd bubble of anxiety as I finish buckling my shoes and stand to face him. “This was a mistake. I had a really great time with you, but I don’t know you. I can’t be married to a man I haven’t even known for a day. This isn’t a movie. I’m sure that no chapel in the world would let people get married when they’re that drunk. This can be undone and we can both go back to our separate lives. I promise you don’t want to be married to me.” I take off the giant ring and hold it out towards him.
Will is quiet for a second before he takes a step toward me and takes my hand. He folds the ring inside my palm, refusing to take it. Then, repeating the gesture from last night when he met me, he lifts my hand to his lips. I can’t help but notice that freshly showered and in a new, light colored suit, he looks as tempting as ever. He reaches out with his other hand, pulling me close and tangling his hand in my hair. My body reacts before I can stop it, melting into the kiss he places on my lips. At first it’s chaste, nothing but lips on lips, but that doesn’t last long. He deepens the kiss, throwing all the passion from last night into it, and I find myself kissing him back, a moan coming from my throat.