His first trip to the United States, a vacation to help him move on from his ordeal with his ex, and Tom may have went a little overboard. It was Vegas and the nightlife was a level all its own. Drinking, partying, meeting new faces of folks and beautiful girls. He was in his height of glory. King of the world.

But every crazy adventure, especially in Vegas, had to come to its - sometimes abrupt - end. That happened right around the morning hour when Tom was struck with one hell of a hangover. The room spun when his eyes fluttered open, stomach already churning with the concoction of last night's drinking. Not to mention, he was naked in his hotel bed.

Wait

This wasn't his hotel bed. His eyes widened a little before he caught breathing behind him, looking over his shoulder to see the back of a sleeping figure. He groaned to himself. A drunken fling? Really, Tom? He raised his hand to rub his eyes only to see something catch the light. He did a double take to see a silver band around his ring finger. With a hitch in his breath, he realized last night was a lot more than a drunken fling.

Well, shit.