The morning sun peeked behind the blinds; cascading your room in a golden glow. The bed slightly shifted as you angled yourself up, propping yourself up on your elbows. Christ, your head ached. Any sudden movement sent your stomach reeling; paired with a pounding reverberating through out your skull. How much did you drink? You closed your eyes and lay your head back on the pillow, trying to soothe the pain by rubbing your temple. Vegas was supposed to be full of drinks and parties sure—but they did not warn you about the hang over.

The last thing you remembered from the night before was taking too many shots, and gambling. After that—it was pitch black.

After a couple moments, you finally opened your eyes, inhaling deeply through your nose. Swinging your legs over the side of the bed, you braced yourself for the nausea and headache that were going to consume you. You were trying to adjust, when you suddenly realized—this was not your hotel room.

Anxiety flooded your senses and you jumped up to your feet, scanning your surroundings when you spotted a man in the bed, tangled in the white sheets.

His back was visible; with tattoos scattered along the skin—and he had his face pressed into the mattress. You couldn’t see it, but it’s not like it would’ve helped anyway. You had no clue who it was.

Without thinking, you went to reach over to grab a pillow to throw at him to wake him—when you caught sight of a dazzling ring right on your finger.

That beautiful ring on your ring finger was not there the night before.