That’s a whole lot of man candy right there. I don’t know where to look first. His chest and abs are a fucking work of art. Toned and tanned with the finest dusting of hair trailing down to…
“We didn’t,” he says firmly, abruptly ending my blatant ogling.
“How do you know?”
“’Cause there are a lot of things I could forget—like my own wedding, apparently—but that’s not one of them.” The way he says it and the intensity with which he looks at me send shivers down my spine.
I open my mouth to respond, but he moves before I can say a word, heading toward the phone on the small desk by the window. “I’m just gonna order a little of everything. Okay?”
“Just no eggs,” I plead. That’s something my wonky hangover stomach can’t handle right now.
He grimaces. “Agreed.”
While he talks to room service, I glance down at the simple gold band on my left hand, trying to make sense of how it got there. I don’t even notice when his call finishes or the bed dips, and Hollis sits down beside me.
“Hey,” he says softly.
I look up and see that he’s now wearing a pair of low-slung pajama pants.
“Is this your room?” I ask, trying to remember if I’ve been in here before. I think we came up here to drop off his bag when he surprised me yesterday, but I don’t remember it being so grand.
“It’s ours, apparently.”
My eyes widen. “What?”
His eyes track mine as he softly says, “A wedding present to ourselves, according to the front desk.”
I feel my stomach clench at his words. “So we are married.”
“The marriage license by the phone would make it look that way, yes.”
I lift my hands in an exasperated motion. “How does this even happen? What idiot would marry us? Like, I know we’re in Vegas and?—”
“Pres?” His voice is strained, with a note of panic.
“Yeah?” I immediately look to see what’s wrong.
His gaze is firmly pinned on the floor, avoiding all eye contact. “I’m gonna need you to put clothes on if you want me to stay focused.”
I look down and gasp. My wild hand gesture made me drop the firm grip I had on the sheet, and now, aside from my thin lace bra, I’m naked from the waist up. “Shit!” I curse, gathering up the sheet to wrap around my torso. “Sorry!”
I stand, which causes him to stand with me since I’m dragging the sheet along. He turns, keeping his back to me, which, considering our current situation, makes me snort out a laugh.
“Something funny?”
“Kind of,” I answer. “The way you’re averting your gaze. Doesn’t seem very husbandly of you.”
He briefly glances over his shoulder, and the heat in his gaze makes me blush. “Would you prefer I watch?”
I swallow, and suddenly everything feels so real in that moment.
The hotel room.
The ring.
Him.
“I’ll just go grab some clothes,” I awkwardly blurt out before looking around. “Wait, do I have any in here?”
