24 Hours

"Okay so I know that we were at our hotel until at least 11. Then we went to some club and I guess that's where we met you guys and I remember talking to you and buying you drinks." Taylor started pacing around his hotel room. "We were there for a long time but then just the two of us left. We walked around for a while, or I carried you. Yeah, I remember carrying you. Because your feet hurt. We talked a lot. What about was really fuzzy, though."
"I really wish I could be helpful but I don't even remember meeting you. I was gone before. " I sat down on his newly made bed. As much as I tried recalling the night, I just remember walking around the hotel with a bottle of tequila. You never win with tequila, unless you're in Mexico.
"No, it's fine. I think we were gone quite a while and then we met back up with your friends and that's when everything goes fuzzy for me. I bet our friends might know what went down."
"You mean other than getting married? From what I've heard that was pretty much the extent of our night." I fell back on his bed, letting my legs hang off the edge. "Since you're a big hockey star do I get a super fancy ring or not?" I propped myself up on my elbows and smiled at him. He laughed and scratched his head.
"Maybe not a ring, but something else can be arranged."
"So are we done trying to figure out what happened last night? Like do you want to know everything that we talked about last night?" I asked, messing around with him. "Because I'm sure I charmed you enough for you to want to marry me."
"Yeah because you're so charming."
"I am. You would know if you were sober."
"I'm sober now and you're stubborn and obnoxious." He laughed. Okay, I was stubborn and obnoxious all the time. It didn't matter if I was sober or drunk for that one.
"You love me. Let's be real here."
"Well, there had to be a reason that I wanted to marry you, but I don't know what that is quite yet..."
"It's my charming personality. You would love me, if you got to know me, that is." I laughed as he sat down next to me. He was still sitting up, but I could see his muscles underneath his shirt.
Damn he's hot. He was a complete asshole, but I liked him for some ungodly reason. I wanted him. I wanted to be with him. Why? Couldn't tell you. From what I've experienced, he was an asshole. He was a complete and total asshole.
"Yeah," he breathed, "I'm sure you do."
He was hovering over me and it was hard to concentrate. I don't know why I was so attracted to Taylor Hall, but I was. I was a business major that was thinking about applying for a job with his team. Why? I couldn't tell you. There was something that made him appealing. It wasn't the money, it wasn't the looks, but something told me that we really connected during those hours that we were together last night.
"So why don't we know each other? I feel like we should," I told him.
"Well, I don't know. You're drunk and we're laying on my hotel bed."
"Then talk to me when I'm drunk!" I exclaimed, "I'll be the same as when I'm drunk. I swear I'm the same person, just a little more open and loud." I sat up to look him in the face. "I will tell you whatever you want while I'm sober that I would when I'm drunk." We were face to face, but he wouldn't say anything. I knew he wanted to, but he couldn't.
"Really?" He looked at me skeptically.
"Yeah. I'm pretty open with most of my life. Try me." I dared him. I didn't think he would ask anything, but apparently, he would.
"When did you lose your virginity?" He leaned back so that he was next to me.
"I was a junior in high school. I think I was 17. He went on to date my best friend and was a complete asshole once he realized that I wasn't who he though I was.
"Wow. I didn't realize it was that big of a deal that your virginity mattered. I turned to him and looked to see what his reaction was. Guys thought it was a right of passage, but for girls it was a whole different story."
Once girls had sex, well at least the religious ones, though they were dirty. But they aren't. That's the thing. One someone had sex, they just have sex. Like yeah, it was a big deal to me but it doesn't have to be that way for everyone.
The people around me knew that it wasn't a big deal, but I didn't want to make someone feel out of place, ya know.
"Glad you understand that to a point." I told him. I laid there, wondering if he was going to check to make sure I was okay. After a while he laid back and grabbed my hand. I don't know if he was trying to make me feel better or what, but I did want to keep him around.
I don't know what it was, but something inside of me thought he wasn't the complete arrogant hockey player he set out to be. He was something more than that. I like to think I wasn't a complete bitch to talk to, but I guess I wouldn't know until I asked him what was going on in that head of his.
I wanted to say nothing, but Taylor got mad at me for that.
"So you're saying that as a guy, I should just expect you to say something like that?" Taylor asked me, getting all defensive and what not.
"I think as a professional hockey player, you get a lot of girls that throw themselves at you. But we're married. What am I supposed to do with you? Argue the whole time? No. I'm not going to do that." I looked at him, confused at what he wanted me to do while I was with him.
"Taylor, what do you want. Because apparently, it was your idea to have someone stay at your house and hey, me and Taylor need someone to be around." I didn't know if my best friend needed me or not, but I would be open for that. I guess this hockey player was my new best friend.
He looked at me, not sure of what he wanted. I'm sure he wanted to sleep with as many girls as he could or whatever, but something in his eyes told me that he wanted me.
I guess I could be wrong. I'm usually wrong about the opposite sex. Actually, I'm always wrong when it's the opposite sex. It didn't matter if I was wrong, it was a matter of when I was going to be wrong, if anything.
"You, yourself, is a big enough distraction." He climbed on top on me until his lips were barely touching mine." Am I still a distraction." I gulped, somewhat scared to answer.
My husband looked into my eyes, as I stared into his baby blues. I was scared to tell him what I was thinking, knowing he would use it against me. Luckily, he lowered himself and started kissing me. He lightly suckled on my lower lip, not wanting to scare me off. I pulled him towards me and now most of his weight was on top of me.
"Taylor," I exhaled.
"Shhh. It's okay. I'm your husband, remember?" He smirked.
"Yeah, I guess. Even if I don't remember the reception. Or marriage." I laughed before he could plant his lips back on mine.
I didn't know how long this marriage would last, but I feel like it was going to be interesting to say the least.

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