What was that constant buzzing, and how could I make it stop?
My head pulsed with the kind of ache that only Las Vegas could induce. I knew that I should move, but there was something lovely about lying there in that warm bed with my eyes closed, wrapped up in those strong male arms.
Hold, up, where am I?
The buzzing stopped, and I peeled open one eye, then the other, revealing a room I had never seen before. The guy next to me? Him, I'd seen.
"Sloan?" I asked his name, quietly, testing to see if he was awake.
Other than his gentle up and down breaths, he didn't budge when I spoke his name.
I extracted myself from the arm draped over me and sat up, slowly, because that's the only way my body would move.
I was naked, and by the look of the hickey on my left breast and the lipstick imprints on Sloan's face, we'd had a verynicetime.
I lifted the sheet and, yup, he was naked, too.
The long cords of his muscles were covered in a smattering of masculine dark hair that matched his beard. Let it be known that there was nothing manscaped about this man.
I liked it.
Even with the headache, the light pulse between my legs perked right up, so I set the sheet back down.
We'd stopped for margaritas, we drank them, and then… there was a giant blank spot in my memory.
I needed to check in with my friends—let them know I was good. Ensure they were also good.
The buzzing started again.
My phone, it was definitely my phone.
"Sloan." His name came out like a croak. I reached for his shoulder to wake him, and that's the precise second when my world tilted.
Because there was a giant-ass diamond ring on my left hand. I opened my mouth to shriek, but no sound came out. Pretty sure my heart was racing, and I'd started to sweat, but I was in the middle of an odd out-of-body experience so I felt none of that.
I couldn't say how long I stayed that way, stuck with my hand out and my mouth open.
"Hey." Sloan reached for my shoulder. Son-of-a-biscuit, he had a wedding band on his finger, too. "Maya?"
He didn't seem to notice his ring. Or mine.
"You okay?" He sat up much quicker than I did. Though he did wobble when he got to the top, and he blinked really hard. "Maya?"
I continued to stare at the diamond on my finger, unable to do anything other than just… look.
Sloan followed the path of my gaze. "Whoa."
Right, whoa?
I pulled the ring off and threw it. Straight up, hocked it across the room. It made a smallti-i-nkwhen it bounced off the television.
"That's better," I said, the words coming out all throaty.
Not quite, though. I reached for his hand, yanked off his ring, and threw it, too.
"Why was I wearing a ring?" he asked like it didn't really matter one way or the other.
The best thing about adrenaline was that it momentarily removed the hangover effects from before. I tossed back the sheet and stood.
