Page 53 of Out of Bounds
It was me. It was my idea.
That was our first time and from there we went wild.
We went up to the room to drink some more. Then we had sex again.
We were so drunk but in this weird state like we’d gone to some alternate dimension and that was real for us. Ethan started telling me about his grandfather and his business. He said he needed to be married. He looked at me and said we should get married and I agreed as if we were talking about food.
The night was wild before, but it got wilder after that as he tried to orchestrate the wedding of my dreams.
He booked a minister and hired out the top floor of a restaurant because I liked the view of the sky. That’s where we got married and because in Vegas you can do anything, we did exactly that. We had a photographer, florist, pianist and even a chef who made us our first meal as husband and wife.
We danced to Unchained Melody as our first dance by the time our quickly put together wedding was over; we had a wedding album ready with pictures to go.
It was when we got back to the hotel that we fell in bed again. Then as soon as we finished, we started all over again. I don’t know who fell asleep first, or maybe we both did at the same time.
That was what happened. All in one night.
I rest my head back on the pillow, beads of sweat trickling down my face as sexual heat flushes over my body.
I remember and now I don’t know what to do about it.
I was drunk but I remember how I felt as Ethan took me.
The soreness between my thighs is testament that we’d slept together even before he confirmed it. Now I know what happened I have the memory of how I got so sore. We did everything and he tasted everywhere.
I lie there in my thoughts again until I fall asleep.
The front door closing is what wakes me, and I reckon Shelby just left.
I get up with the memories playing in my head and check my phone to see if there are any messages from Ethan.
Surprise, surprise there’s nothing there.
It’s Sunday morning and barely seven. He’s probably still in Vegas with some woman or two in his bed.
The thought makes me sick, and tears sting the backs of my eyes.
I’m going to go crazy before this is over. I know I am.
Ethan is going to push me over the edge, and I won’t know what to do to save myself.
I make my way downstairs to get some coffee and the doorbell rings when I get down to the last step. The sound makes me jump but I calm myself.
I almost think it’s Shelby, but she has a key to the apartment.
Given the day and time, there’s only one person that could be.
But could it be?
I find myself rushing to the door and when I pull it open and see Ethan standing there, my heart squeezes.
He’s here. That means he wasn’t far behind me in travel.
I’m happy to see him. At the same time as I look at him I recall what we did in perfect clarity.
The memories hit one at a time and all at the same time.
Much of what we did was the drinking, but Shelby was right. there were some parts of what happened that were real. So that changes everything and I’m not sure if I’m ready to let him know yet that I remember.
