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Maybe it wasn’t the worst thing we could have possibly done after a one-night stand.
Yes. We definitely need to talk.
I swallowed hard at that. She didn’t sound livid and she wasn’t cursing me out, but still. ‘We need to talk’ was never a good phrase. That was the kind of thing someone said when there was something unpleasant but necessary to discuss.
Oh well, might as well go and face it like a man. Although there were a lot of things that could be said about me, no one could say that I was a coward.
I allowed myself a few more minutes of polishing, wanting to look my best for her even if she had already seen me at my… less than best. Just when I was about to head out the door, I paused and looked at the ring glinting on my finger.
Maybe… maybe I should take it off?
I went to do so, not wanting to put any more weight on the situation than there already was, but something made me pause. What if… what if she was alright with things? Showing up ringless could possibly throw a wrench into that.
I shook my head, deciding to leave it on. I knew it was ridiculous, but I couldn’t help but have hope.
Maybe it would all work out.
Amber
I stared at the door of my hotel room, incredibly grateful that I had procrastinated so much on booking my room that I was in the tiny inn facing the nice wedding party lodging. It gave me space, which goodness knew, I desperately needed.
I groaned and let my head sink into my hands. The morning was splotchy and confusing but one thing I did know was that there was a ring on my finger and a whole lot of holes in my memory from the previous night.
Dear Lord! I had come to on top of Mickey, drooling on his chest like the sloppy drunk that I definitely had been. I had been instantly embarrassed, wondering what he could possibly think of me, but then I’d pushed myself off and realized that several things were wrong.
I had been cognizant enough during our sexual tryst to know that I was going to wake up feeling properly laid, but I had expected to be half naked and partially in my cocktail dress or at least my underwear considering I remembered going out to find more booze. What I hadn’t expected was to come too in a little white number with a huge rock on my finger.
I groaned and looked at the ring again. It really was huge. It was way, way too expensive for something to casually wear, and yet there it was, right on my hand like it had been put there purposefully.
Crazy.
My phone buzzed and I didn’t have to look at it to know who it was. It had to be him. He was awake, great.
I flopped back on my bed, changing the view from my door to the ceiling, but it didn’t have any answers either. Maybe gasping in horror and jetting out the door with my discarded cocktail dress in hand wasn’t the wisest thing to do, but I had panicked. There were few things that could rattle me but waking up on top of my best friend’s brother with a ring on my finger was definitely one of them.
I picked up my phone only to drop it again, unwilling to read the text yet. I knew I needed to, but even after a shower and about three hours to think about all the possibilities of what happened… I guess I was a bit shell-shocked.
Or utterly ashamed of myself.
The hook up wasn’t the worst thing to happen. Sure, Mickey had a crush on me for a good length of our adolescence, but that was when we were teens. I was certain he was over it, so it wasn’t the biggest faux pas. And I’d be lying if I said the sex wasn’t good.
Because it was good.
So, so good.
I licked at my lips, my mind flashing back drunken snippets of our night together. While I was pretty sure that some of the amazingness was probably due to tipsy-Amber, but there was no denying that the MMA fighter had certainly done right by me. My only regret was that I had been so anxious for him to be inside of me that I hadn’t let him eat me out. Something about that mouth, and how tenderly attentive he was to how my body responded to him, told me that he would go down like a champ.
Wait, no. That wasn’t my only regret at all considering there was a ring on my finger.
“Oh my God,” I growled, rubbing my eyes again. It wasn’t going to get any better wallowing in my foolishness, so I might as well be proactive. The sooner I addressed the situation, the sooner it was resolved, and I could go to my regular, busy-body life.
