Chapter 6.
--Dhani--
I woke up with a headache so big it could’ve caused a tear leading to the center of the Earth. My stomach did a triple cartwheel, I threw back the covers and ran to the bathroom’s toilet. I puked up all of the contents of last night. Oh, god. I sank down to the cool bathroom tiles. Never again, I thought. Wait, my bathroom doesn’t have tiles...nor is it completely white. I held onto the sink to keep me balanced, then I saw it. The Hotel Shangri-la. I’ve heard of that place, it’s in-it’s in-C’MON DHANI THINK! It’s in-in-...CANADA. Oh holy fuck. Then I looked down. I was in my lacy Victoria Secret Bra and Pantie set that I only wore when I’m going to a party. Shit. I tip-toed out of the bathroom to see if I was alone.
Under the sea of sheets, I found him. Max. Even when he’s sleeping he still looks like a God. His shaggy midnight black hair, splayed everywhere. His perfect mouth slightly open. His perfectly sculpted chest and abs, gently rising and falling with every breath he took. I peeked under the covers, whew, he was still wearing underwear. How the fuck did we end up in Canada? I looked back down to Max. Who cares? I’m with one of the richest/sexiest 16 year old in the world. With my index finger, I lightly traces his abs. His hand quickly clamped on my wrist. He slowly opened one eye after the other.
“Oh thank god,” he sighs, getting up. “It’s just you.” He lets go of my hand. “Sorry about that, after a lot of sleepovers with Ralph, that is one’s immediate response to something like that. He looks around the unfamiliar room. “Um... where are we?”
“Canada,” I chirp.
“...where in Canada?” He asks me.
I take a deep breath. “Vancouver. We’re in the Hotel Shangri-La.”
His eyes get wide. “Do you know who paid for it?”
“Nope. I just woke up.” I snap one of my bra straps. “What I am wondering is why we’re in undies.”
“Probably a replacement for pyjamas,” he responds. Suddenly, it hits both of us.
“Crap,” we say in unison.
I shake my head. “Are you...”
“...remembering? Yeah.” He looks me in the eyes. “Don’t worry, you were awesome.”
“Is that a compliment?” I snark.
He clamps his hands together. “I was hoping it would be.” He extends is lower jaw in front of him. “Erm...”
“Wait.” I say. “I don’t think that we did... you know... it.”
“According to the open condom packet on the floor, I think we did.” He runs his fingers through his hair.
“Well, you know, we could have been blowing them up like balloons or something.”
“Oh you naive little girl...I’m sure there was some blowing involved.” He pats me on the knee. “Wait. Hold on.” He gets up and picks up the condom packet, and pulls out the condom. “It’s still in here.”
“Maybe you chickened out,” I say.
He snickers. “Me? Chicken out on an opportunity like that? What kind of guy do you take me for?”
“The nice guy that doesn’t take advantage of girls like me?” I crossed my arms.
“Oh...” he rubs the back of his neck, obviously out-witted. His head snaps up “Hold up. I can prove we didn’t have sex!” He gets up and speed walks to the bathroom. I follow right behind.
