"Go away," I moan, batting behind me. I don't need to look to know it's Dom. I am acutely aware of him.
He gathers a lock of hair that hangs in my face, his fingertips brushing my forehead. "In sickness and in health."
"Please go," I whisper, humiliated. I throw up again, tears leaking from the sides of my eyes. "I mean it, Dom. I don't want you here."
He hesitates. After a moment's deliberation, my hair falls down my back and over my shoulders. The door opens, then closes. Lying down, I press my face to the cool tile of the floor. The bathroom door creaks open.
"Go away," I croak.
"Hey," Paisley says softly. The water turns on, and then Paisley lays a cool washcloth over my face.
I sigh at how good it feels.
"That's a nice shirt you're wearing," Paisley jokes, rubbing a palm over my back.
"Not funny," I murmur.
"Look on the bright side. At least you have a nice ass."
"Wha—" No. This can't be happening. I'm only wearing underwear beneath this shirt. I lied last night when I taunted Dom by telling him I was going commando. So when I got up to run in here... I was right. Rock bottom was an illusion.
"Don't worry," Paisley assures me. "Klein turned away when he saw you get up. He might love to tease, but he takes pride in being a gentleman."
"Dom did none of that." Dom came in to witness my mortification.And to help.
"Dom ran after you. And he asked me to check on you."
I sit up, taking the washcloth and pressing it to the back of my neck. "I can't believe I did something so stupid. I married him." I could say it one hundred times, but it might take double that for me to believe it.
Paisley shoulders me lightly. "Here I thought I was the one headed down the aisle."
"You can't tell Paloma. She will never let me live it down."
Paisley makes a face, one that clearly saystoo late.
"You told her?"
"Youtold her. The same way you told me and Klein."
"I sent a photo?"
Paisley nods in the affirmative. "Don't you remember?"
"Not really. I remember the ceremony"—I stammer over the word—"but I think after that I was so tired I could barely stand up. The alcohol turned into a sleeping pill."
Paisley slips an arm around my shoulders, delivering a reassuring squeeze. "This is a messy mess. But it's fixable. You weren't of sound mind during the decision, so you can get an annulment. It will be like it never happened."
"Like it never happened," I echo.
I climb to my feet, and Paisley slips out. I rinse my mouth and splash water on my face, then brave a look in the mirror. Wow. That's...not at all pleasant. I look like I feel. The best I can do now is a finger comb through my hair and leave the safety of the bathroom behind.
Blessedly nobody looks at me when I walk out. Klein and Paisley sit at the small table, and Dom sits on the end of the bed. He has his phone out, thumb scrolling.
"I'm learning about annulments," he says without looking up.
"Can't we say we had our fingers crossed behind our backs? Or we tripped and fell andoops we're married." I climb back into the bed, pulling the covers up around me and my nearly naked bottom half.
Klein looks at me now that I'm appropriately covered. "At least your walk of shame was short. What was it, five feet from the bathroom to the bed?"
