#cantrememberthread

The first thing that Kayla became aware of was the pounding in her head; it felt like someone had been jack-hammering her brain. A groan of pain escaped her dry lips before she even dare open her green eyes. Her tongue darted out licking her bottom lip, “Guys, can someone get me a glass of water and some aspirin?”

She rolled onto her side, prepared to bury her aching head into her pillow, and go back to sleep. Then her cheek rested not on a pillow, but on a warm shoulder. Definitely not a feminine shoulder. That’s weird. When the casino had assigned them their suite of rooms, they’d all decided as a group that the boys would take one room and the girls the other, for modesty issues. Why am I sharing a bed with one of the boys?

Kayla reached up and rubbed her eyes softly, chasing sleep away. Apparently, it’s up to me to dole out the aspirin and water. Then her eyes registered several things. One, she was not in the hotel room that she was supposed to be. Two, the man in bed with her wasn’t a friend of hers. Holy, he’s hot. She blinked owlishly at the sight of him and her instinctive thought. Of course as soon as her shock cleared, panic set in.

Oh God, Oh God. She scrambled away from the handsome man to the far side of the bed. With shaky hands, the eighteen-year-old lifted the sheet and glanced down at her own body. Yup. Naked. Shit. Shit. Another groan of pain escaped her as her headache increased. She wrapped the white sheet around her body, tied it securely, and stood up beside the bed. Her vision swam as it tried to adjust to her new height.

Her sense of propriety kept her gaze firmly away from the bed. Her green eyes swept the floor of the hotel room frantically for the clothes she knew that she had been wearing the night before. A major blush burned at her cheeks. I can’t believe I did this. A one night-stand… Oh Lord. She snatched up her blouse and skirt only to drop them again as she took note of a glint of metal on her left hand.

“No, no, no.” She said, no longer worrying about not waking the stranger. “No, no, no.” There was a ring on her left hand ring finger. A wedding ring. Shit.

The first thing that Kayla became aware of was the pounding in her head; it felt like someone had been jack-hammering her brain. A groan of pain escaped her dry lips before she even dare open her green eyes. Her tongue darted out licking her bottom lip, “Guys, can someone get me a glass of water and some aspirin?”

She rolled onto her side, prepared to bury her aching head into her pillow, and go back to sleep. Then her cheek rested not on a pillow, but on a warm shoulder. Definitely not a feminine shoulder. That’s weird. When the casino had assigned them their suite of rooms, they’d all decided as a group that the boys would take one room and the girls the other, for modesty issues. Why am I sharing a bed with one of the boys?

Kayla reached up and rubbed her eyes softly, chasing sleep away. Apparently, it was up to me to dole out the aspirin and water. Then her eyes registered several things. One, she was not in the hotel room that she was supposed to be. Two, the man in bed with her wasn’t a friend of hers. Holy, he’s hot. She blinked at the sight of him and her instinctive thought.

Of course as soon as her shock cleared, panic set in. Oh God, Oh God. She scrambled away from the handsome man to the far side of the bed. With shaky hands, the eighteen-year-old lifted the sheet and glanced down at her own body. Yup. Naked. Shit. Shit. Another groan of pain escaped her as her headache increased. She wrapped the white sheet around her body, tied it securely, and stood up beside the bed slowly. Her vision swam as it tried to adjust to her new height.

Her sense of propriety kept her gaze firmly away from the bed. Her green eyes swept the floor of the hotel room frantically for the clothes she knew that she had been wearing the night before. A major blush burned at her cheeks. I can’t believe I did this. A one night-stand… Oh Lord. She snatched up her blouse and skirt only to drop them again as she took note of a glint of metal on her left hand. “No, no, no.” She said, no longer worrying about not waking the stranger. “No, no, no.” There was a ring on her left hand ring finger. A wedding ring. Shit.