I can feel the strong banging in my head, telling me not to open my eyes. God, how much did I drink last night? As well as the pounding there's a churning in my stomach, sending me a warning, letting me know that if I make any sudden movements I will throw up. I lay in the bed for a while, praying that if I wait then the sickening feeling will go down, but even as it fades I can't find the strength to pull myself up in the bed. Do you know what it's like to have a hangover? If so, you can share my pain. If not, be happy you've never had to experience this and also do me the favour of making sure that you never do.
I'm not even sure what time it is, it must be in the afternoon sometime because mornings in Vegas tend to be quiet since everyone's still asleep from the night before. But right now I can hear all of the cars, shouting and the music. I feel like I should get up to go and meet my friends, but I really don't want to, this bed's comfy, the duvet is so thick I feel like I'm being cuddled. In an attempt to get up, I shuffle slightly in the bed, some movement is better than nothing right? But as I move the duvet seems to pull me back closer.
Duvets do not cuddle you closer.
Slowly I rotate my body to the left to seek out the thing pulling me closer. Lay beside me, with his arm around my waist is the beautiful boy I'd met last night. He's asleep. I lift my arm going to nudge him slightly to wake him, but I don't want too, he looks so peaceful, I smile a little, he's very pretty, even prettier sleeping. I lower my eyes down his body and feel a blush creep onto my cheeks, he's completely naked with only the duvet covering his crotch, but it's not only that I notice, I'm also naked. Jesus Christ I pulled him, I actually manage to pull this boy! I bite my lip as I look at him, if I wake him now he'll probably just get dressed and leave, but I want him to stay a while longer, it can't hurt to let him sleep right?
He's got curly brown hair, it's not like a muddy brown, more chocolate and the curls just kind of drop perfectly on his head. He's skinny, but not too skinny and judging by what I can tell he's tall, so am I, that's good. Slowly I let my eyes drift down again, scanning his body, taking in every mind blowing detail about him, I notice the small freckle on his arm, the wrinkle on his wrist, the line of hair on his arm, stops just by his hand and also... that ring on his finger. The ring on his left hand. On his ring finger.
I've just slept with a married man. I've actually just gone and slept with a married man! What if he's come here with his wife? What if he's here on some family trip and they're all looking for him right now? What if he's on his honeymoon?! Oh my god, I feel sick.
Then his arms slowly start to move, unraveling from my body so I freeze in my spot and quickly close my eyes so he thinks I'm sleeping, I'm pretty sure he'd be terrified if he knew I'd been staring at him.
I hear a grumble and weight shift on the bed.
"Oh my god," he mutters in a low voice, I take this opportunity to pretend to wake up. As convincingly as I can, I flutter my eyes open and look up at him, he's looking back at me, but it doesn't last long, a blush creeps across his face and he looks away while quickly pulling the covers up to hide his naked lower body. I sit up in the bed and run a hand through my hair, I don't know why but that's just what people usually do in awkward situations.
"So... do you remember anything from last night?" he asks quietly, not looking at me, but clearly scanning the floor for his clothes. Quickly I shake my head and lean down over the side, picking up my boxers.
"No, not really," I respond, I turn my body slightly, hanging my legs over the side of the bed. With the duvet still covering my crotch I pull my boxers on and stand up, chewing on my lip, I want to say something to make this less awkward. Then he laughs, is he laughing at me? I fold my arms over my chest and turn to face him, he smiles at me and I smile back, I can't help it, he's got such a pretty smile, his lips press together when he does and the corners turn up almost into a point.
"Your urm, your leg," he said, still laughing. I frown and look down, along my right thigh are the words 'I love PJ' wrote in black marker.
"PJ?" I question before licking the under of my thumb then reaching down and rubbing at the marker to wipe it away.
"My name," he bit his lip and nodded.
"Oh... sorry, I was pretty drunk last night," I laugh quietly and reach up with my left hand to rub my forehead as if that was going to help the throbbing ache that had settled there. PJ gasps and covers his mouth.
"A-Are you married?" he almost whimpered, looking at me with wide eyes. My eyebrows fold back into a frown again, more in confusion than anything.
"No? Aren't you the married one?" I ask, pointing at his hand. He looks down at his hand on the bed and pulls the ring off examining it.
"No, this is some cheap plastic ring," he shrugs and tosses it onto the bed near me, then his eyes widen slightly. "Kind of similar to the one you're wearing..." That I'm wearing? What? My eyes move to the plastic gold ring on my finger and I take it off, placing it next to PJ's, they're exactly the same.
"Oh god... We didn't? Did we?" I run my hands through my hair, trying to pull together some memories from last night, did me and PJ get married? We're in Vegas after all, we could have one easily...
"Oh fuck..." he crawled across the bed, holding the duvet to himself, he stretches his arm out past me, leaning over to the mirror, stuck to it was a sheet of paper with a green border around it, the paper read:
This is to commemorate the formation of a
PJ Liguori and Chris Kendall
1st August 2012
Cupid's Wedding Chapel
Ceremony Conducted By
Ryan R Jenwell