Amanda
What. A. Night.
I can’t remember the last time I did something like that.
Actually, come to think of it, yes I can.
It was never.
The room is still black when I wake up in the morning. I roll over on the white sheets and my eyes flutter open.
I am still here.
In his room.
Everything that happened last night, really happened.
I also have a headache, though that’s not why my head is throbbing.
My heart is pounding throughout my entire body.
Because I never do this.
And it’s got to stay here. In this room. In this city.
With this man who I will never see again, even if he did just rock my world and maybe ruin me for every other man I cross paths with.
I roll the comforter back and sit up slowly. Then I find my dress and slip back into it. It’s not day attire by any stretch but lucky for me, this is Vegas.
People walk the walk of shame as much as they walk the strip.
I look in the mirror and straighten myself up a little before walking to the door.
But I do look back over my shoulder at the gorgeous man sound asleep on the bed.
I smile. And then, I take a mental photograph of him because I’m never going to see him again.
Chapter 5
Amanda
Ipress my hotel room door open and squeeze my eyes shut momentarily.
Please let them be asleep, please let them be asleep, please let them be asleep…
I let my breath out when I see all the girls passed out on the beds and couch. Some of them are still in their dresses from the night before, some are in their underwear. All of them look like mimosa overdose and regret.
Not that I can talk.
Although…I don’t think regret is the right word for it. Even if I did a lot of things I maybe shouldn’t have…
I pad across the floor barefoot (because fuck these shoes) and step between the landmines of shoes, dresses and those tall, skinny drink cups people lug around the strip just to say “Look at me! I’m in VEGAS!”
I really need a shower.
And to think.
And some Tylenol.
