ChapterFour
IRELAND
Istretch my arms and groan, slowly blinking my eyes open.My head doesn't immediately start pounding, which is a good sign considering how much tequila I drank last night.It seemed like a good idea at the time.
After the concert, we all went out to a local bar.Except everyone disappeared within half an hour, leaving me and Crue to our own devices.I decided tequila was the best way to handle the situation.
Probably because Crue kept looking at me like he wanted to eat me instead of his burger.And I kept thinking about what he said in his room yesterday.The man of my dreams isn't turned off by the fact that I'm a virgin.In fact…he seems to like the idea.A lot.
I giggle, fighting the urge to squeal into my pillow like a lunatic.
"What are you laughing at this early, sweet girl?"Crue groans, sliding an arm around my waist.
I squeal, flipping over so fast I manage to elbow him and kick myself at the same time.Sure enough, he's in my bed, watching me from hooded eyes.Shirtless and rumpled.
"You're in my bed.Why are you in my bed?And where are your clothes?"I pull the covers up, checking to see if he's completely naked.I don't know why.I'm curious and panicking, and it seems like a good idea.Until I see his erection tenting the front of his boxers.I quickly drop the covers back into place.
And then my eyes catch on the simple platinum band adorning my ring finger.And the matching band on his.They weren't there yesterday.I choke on my tongue, wheezing as the floodgates open and memories from last night pop into my head in a giant parade.
Shots of tequila.Grinding on the dance floor.Talks of a late-night wedding.Him pulling me aside to tell me he had a judge on standby, all I had to do was say yes.Me laughing as we slipped out the back hand in hand.
A late-night wedding seemed like a good idea with my panties soaked and tequila clouding my mind.If we were married, we could have sex, and it wouldn't be bad.That's what my drunk brain seemed to think.
Apparently, his drunk brain agreed becausewe freaking got married.
It's not even like we maybe got married.Wefor suregot married because I remember signing the license.And I definitely remember him slipping a ring on my finger.
I even remember kissing him at the end.
Oh my god.Shelby is going to kill us.
"It's our bed," he growls."And you invited me into it when you agreed to marry me last night, Ireland."
I close my eyes, pulling the covers back up over me.
"What are you doing?"
"Going back to sleep so I can wake up in a different reality."
He chuckles, and then the bed dips as he crawls over me."Open your eyes, Éire."
"No, thank you.I'm manifesting my destiny."
"Yeah?Does this destiny include me as your husband?Because if it doesn't, I'm going to spank your perfect little ass, baby."
I pop my eyes open to glare at him."You're interrupting me, Crue.Go to your own bed."
"This is my bed.My wife is in it," he growls.
"Stop saying that!"
"Why?"
Because I like it way too freaking much.
"Because…because it's insanity!"I cry instead of revealing that particular truth."We got married last night, Crue.Do you have any idea what the world is going to say when they find out that every single member of this band has coupled up on this tour?They're going to lose their collective minds!"
"Mason isn't coupled up yet."
