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“Put that thing away!” he scolds. “Is no one in Vegas normal anymore?”
“There’s nothing normal about the way I feel,” I say, attempting to high-five him as I walk by, only to be left hanging, so to speak.
“Clearly,” he says.
I’m not about to let a scruffy guy, who obviously doesn’t consider bathing a top priority, bring me down. Not today. Not after the best night of my life.
Mysti may not remember our night, but I sure as hell do. And I feel—no, Iknow—that she loves me, too.
There’s no way she would have responded to me the way she did if she didn’t feel the same way. It’s more than just the fact that we fucked all night long.
That was great, but it went deeper than that. Our feelings transcended the mere physical.
Although, right now, I’m feelingveryphysical, if you know what I mean. Not just because I’m remembering the feel of Mysti’s body beneath mine last night…
But because, obviously, I’m still naked.
Which is why I’m headed to my brother-in-law’s strip club. My clothes are still solidly locked in my own honeymoon suite—and some pants would do me good right now, even if theyareonly the breakaway kind.
It’s not that I’m embarrassed to be traipsing down the Strip buck naked, but damn, some clothes would be nice. I wouldn’t say Becky’s a bitch, but my sister could have tossed me a pair of boxers, at the very least.
Up ahead, a tourist couple is talking to a cop, pointing at me. My walk of victory might take a sharp turn into a perp walk. As I cross the street and come within mere feet of the trio, the cop waves away the couple and looks at me, chuckling.
“Why does this shit always happen on the Strip?” he asks no one in particular, rolling his eyes as I pass him.
I turn back around, walking backward, and say, “What can I say? I’m in love!”
And my girl’s in love with me, too. I just know it.
The cop just laughs at me as he says, “Go put some clothes on! Cover up, for fuck’s sake!”
“You can’t cover up this feeling!” I yell back at him.
He laughs. “Yeah, but you can cover up your junk!”
I reach the building and head for the bank of elevators. Waiting, a group of women in their twenties comes up to stand beside me, comparing me to the strippers they saw the night before.
“Partied hard last night, I see,” the bride-to-be slurs, leaning against the wall. Her hair is a wild, brunette mess, her eyeliner and lipstick are smeared, and her bride sash is shredded with singed edges.
“Well, you would know,” I say, looking over her bridesmaids as they giggle.
The elevator opens, and we all pile in.
“You know, there’s plenty of room,” I say as the entire slutty bridal party seems to be velcroed to my bare skin. “We don’t have to stand so close to each other, ladies.”
“What if we want to?” a bridesmaid says, looking up at me, a penis drawn on her forehead. Then, as if this elevator ride couldn’t get more uncomfortable, she drunkenly hiccups.
“Oh, shit, I’m gonna hurl!” she says right before she does just that, inches from my bare feet.
At least they seem to remember what they did the night before. Mysti, on the other hand, has no recollection of our night together, or anything else the girls did on their own.
If these women are any indication of what I have waiting for me without Mysti May in my life, then I have to do whatever it takes to make her remember last night’s details. I can’t risk not having her in my life.
We belong together, and I’m going to make sure she knows it, even if it takes the rest of my life to do so. I’m going to make her remember.
It’ll take all of their detective skills to crack this case, but I have faith they’ll get it done. They’ve forgotten—and remembered—their nights before.
But this time is different. My future is on the line, too.
Luckily, though, I have no intention of giving up on my wife.
