Should I have waited until he woke up? But I was already running late. If I woke him up, he might’ve wanted to talk. What if he wanted to exchange numbers or something?
Maybe I should’ve left him a note? But I wasn’t looking for anything except the one night. What if he took things the wrong way?
“Pascal?”
Or what if—
“Pascal.”
I start, turn around and see Curie staring at me. “What?”
“I asked you about the veils.” She’s holding two in her hands like pompoms. Which fits, since she was head cheerleader in high school. “What do you think?”
My cheeks grow warm. I’m here at the bridal boutique to help Curie finalize everything for the wedding in two weeks. But instead I’m obsessing about Whiskey, who I’ll probably never see again.
I clear my throat. “Well… Your gown is pretty simple, so I think the veil can be little fancy.”
She lifts the one with sequins and lace trimming. “So, this one?”
“Yeah, uh-huh. And it’ll reflect the sun, so you’ll look extra radiant.”
“Great.” She turns to the hovering salesclerk. “This one.”
The clerk jots down Curie’s choice and then takes both veils to put them back.
Curie loops an arm around mine. “Are you okay? You’ve been really distracted all morning.”
“I’m okay,” I say, weirdly reluctant to talk about it until I’m more certain what I think about Whiskey. I’m still mulling the whole evening over, and all the dirty things we did. Until last night, I honestly didn’t know you could come from just—
“Is it that guy from the club?”
I look at her earnest face. The same as my own, but different. Softer. Lit up with love.
Whiskey is nobody now. Well, he’s somebody I slept with, but I’m never going to see him again. On the other hand, it isn’t like Curie is oblivious to the fact that I’m in the same red dress as last night.
“Yeah.”
“How was he?” She grins.
“Pretty, uh… You know.”
Even though I’m a fully grown woman, somehow telling my sister about the hot stranger makes me blush like a teenager with her first crush. It’s crazy, too, because I’ve never giggled or blushed over a crush before, first or otherwise.
“Oh-ho!” Curie’s aquamarine eyes sparkle like stars. “You’ve got the look. He was good, wasn’t he?” She nudges me.
The butterflies are back in my stomach. This time, they’re fluttering so hard and fast that I feel the heat in my belly. I lower my voice. “Amazing. Like, he knew exactly what I needed.”
“Good for you.” She leans closer. “So where does he fall?”
“Definitely top three.” I tap my chin. “No, that’s unfair to him.”
“So…top two?”
I shake my head, then point my index finger upward.
Curie’s perfectly shaped eyebrows rise. “Better than Brian? Wow.”
“Oh my God. A whole ’nother order of magnitude.”