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Trey
Bright.
Sun?
Flashlights?
What was that glaring against my closed eyelids?
I argued with myself, not wanting to open my eyes and find out. My head thumped with a dull ache each time my heart beat.
“Ouch,” I said, rolling over in some of the softest sheets I’d been in. It was difficult to appreciate them fully due to the fact my head was getting ready to split in half.
“Hmm,” I heard a muffled whine coming from beside me that instantly had me opening my eyes. A beautiful, pink, flowered tattoo filled my field of vision.
A beautiful, pink tattoo that I had spent time tracing with my tongue—among other things—last night.
Oh, Christ.
Last night.
A sharp, shooting pain stabbed directly into my brain.
My finger hurt, too. Not bad, just superficially. Like I’d burned it or something.
I lifted my hand to take a peek at the offending digit, when I saw dark, black, fancy lettering on my—ring finger.
What the fuck?
I squinted my dry, sandpaper eyes, trying to see what it said.
L-E-X-I.
Oh, shit.
My heart started drumming intensely inside my chest—making my head pound even more.
I twisted toward the nightstand and sat up on the edge of the bed. My stomach gave a bit of a lurch at the movement and my head protested again.
“Ah, goddamn neck,” I twisted it from side to side. Then my back decided to complain.
As usual.
Thanks to the accident.
Instinctively, my hand reached for the orange pill bottle.
As I dragged it toward me, a large, cream colored paper beneath it floated delicately to the floor. I popped open the bottle and dumped a couple of pills into my hand.
After I swallowed them down, I groaned and picked up the fallen paper. Turning it over, I saw, “Certificate of Marriage” in huge letters on the top.
Then my name.
Then Lexi’s name.
“Holy shit,” I said, letting my head fall forward as the gravity of the current situation hit me.