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“Now I’m beginning to see how we ended up married in Vegas if you’ve been secretly in love with me all this time. You sure you didn’t instigate it?”
“I don’t remember anything,” she said, a little too quickly, but instead of calling her out, I decided to let that one go for tonight. It was so fucking late and I was so tired.
“I think I should sleep in my room and you should sleep in yours and we should both be clothed, yes?” I picked up the tray, fully intending to bring it back to my room with me. I was still hungry.
“Excuse me, where are you going with that?” she asked.
“I’m taking this back to my room where I’m going to finish it. I can’t let this go to waste. That would be shameful.” Emma hopped off the bed and tried to take the tray from me. I had to dance around her to get out of her reach.
“No, my snacks!” I growled at her and she just stopped and narrowed her eyes.
“You are ridiculous when it comes to food. I guess I’ll let you get away with this. Once. But never again.” She pointed at me and left the room, presumably to go to the kitchen and get her own snacks.
“That wasn’t mean, was it?” I asked, looking down at the passed-out Vegas. He was such a weird sleeper sometimes. He’d either sleep with his back bent so far, I was worried for his spine, or he’d sleep flat on his stomach with his legs out at all angles. Neither position looked that comfortable.
I went to my room with the tray and was hit in the chest by the rumpled bed. It didn’t smell like sex in here anymore, or at least I didn’t think it did. I put the tray down on my dresser and stripped the bed, chucking the sheets in the corner. I’d wash them at some point. I pulled the extra sheets out from the closet and spent a few sweaty minutes wrestling them back onto the bed. The pillows were still dented from our heads. I stripped the cases and fluffed them a few times to make them puffy again.
Vegas ran in and cried to get on the bed and I gave in and then gave him two pepperonis to munch on as I finished the rest of the snack tray standing up.
There was a knock at the door and I had my mouth full, so it took a few tries before I could say “come in.”
“You’d better not be feeding him people food.” Vegas and I looked at each other and then at Emma.
“I would never do that,” I said, and Vegas barked, as if he was agreeing with me. “See?”
Emma shook her head.
“So, I’m going to bed and it would feel weird if I didn’t say goodnight, so . . . goodnight? Uh, I’ll see you tomorrow?” She saluted me and I started to laugh. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I did that. It was weird.” She spun around and left before I could say anything. I wanted to say goodnight too. I heard the water going in the bathroom and I saw the door was open.
“You didn’t let me say goodnight,” I said, and she jumped, her toothbrush in her mouth.
“You scared me,” she said, through a mouthful of toothpaste.
“Sorry. But goodnight. You didn’t let me say it.” I saluted her as well and she rolled her eyes and spit into the sink.
“You’re ridiculous.”
“And you love it,” I said, twirling around.
“Yes, I do.” She said it quiet enough that I didn’t think she wanted me to hear.
