This wasn't supposed to happen. A trip to Vegas was expensive, but you were willing to do it for your bachelorette party. This was your chance to have fun with your friends before marrying the love of your life. Because Luke is definitely the love of your life. But you weren't supposed to meet fucking Matthew Gray Gubler.

Las Vegas was known for gambling, but in an attempt to not go bankrupt days before your wedding, you decided to go out drinking instead. Maybe losing every single cent you had to your name would've been a better alternative in the end.

When he first approached you, you thought you were hallucinating. He was very drunk. It didn't take long for your entire friend group to freak out. He paid for a round of drinks for all of you. Your celebrity crush. What the hell was going on?

"Excuse my state." He laughed, leaning on the counter as he stared at you. You were going to do something stupid. It was like destiny. "I never do hookups. Isn't that funny? Because I reaaally reaaaaally want to break that rule now." He was slurring, but it was so fucking hot. Why was he doing this to you right now?