In the Night

9 • Nothing Much to Tell

E M E R S O N

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I woke with a nasty taste in my mouth. And an arm draped over my waist. I began feeling extremely hot, so I kicked off the covers and scrambled out of bed quickly. I stretched, the bones in my back cracking as I did so. I looked back at the bed, seeing Treenie lying there in a white lacy slip. I couldn't really remember what happened last night with Treenie, but I definitely remembered my time with Sunni.

Sunni.

She was different. And I know that's extremely cliche or whatever, but it's true. She was incredibly funny, kind hearted, witty and clever. She certainly had more going for her than just her looks. I could just tell.

I took one last glance at Treenie before shaking my head and trotting towards the luxurious ensuite. Our hotel room was quite spacious, definitely one of the more expensive ones. It was furnished with different tones of wood, with hints of marble and seashell white walls. The bathroom was large and luxurious, with the shower secluded from the rest of the room by a large sheet of crystal clear glass. There was a circular claw foot bathtub facing a large window, which let out to a stunning view of Croisette Beach. The sailboats on the ocean water were merely specks from here, their sails flapping in the wind steadily. It was a gorgeous day.

I had rented a decent cabin along the beach, and was hoping to make a quick getaway later in the week. Being stuck in this stuffy hotel room made me feel pompous and arrogant, with its plush decor.

I quickly brushed my teeth and showered, dressing in a plain blue t shirt and some comfy tan shorts. I wanted to spend a day out. Maybe go to the beach with Scotty. Maybe see Sunni again. Who knows? I would like to see Sunni again, but I couldn't possibly do that. She's married.

Shit.

I couldn't stop thinking about her. The girl that held my gaze whenever I spoke to her, those pure periwinkle eyes that screamed mystery. Her dark hair that fell over her like a cloak, concealing her truest form. I needed to see her again.

Shaking my head at my ridiculous thought, I pushed all thoughts of Sunni out of my head, I ruffled my hair and walked to the door, an air of confidence surrounding me.

"E..?" A soft voice spoke. I stopped, groaning.

"Yes?" I said equally as soft. Treenie sleepily sat from the bed, her golden hair messy and tangled. She seemed a bit out of it, but I assumed it was her hangover kicking in.

"What time is it? And where are you going?" She rubbed her eyes like a child, stretching her arms over her head in a yawn.

"It's just past nine. I'm exploring the city today." I said truthfully. At my last statement, Treenie's eyes widened and she bolted out of bed.

"Let me come with you." She mumbled, placing a hand to her mouth. I furrowed my brows as she stumbled on the spot for a second, holding out my arms instinctively in case she fell.

"Are-are you okay?" I asked uncertainly, watching the blondes eyes widen in panic. She quickly darted to the bathroom, the sound of gagging filling the room. I followed her in, holding her hair away from her face.

"Maybe you should spend the day by the pool." I suggested, to which she fiercely shook her head.

"Emerson, I'm fine, I want to go-," she stopped speaking and upchucked into the ceramic bowl once again.

"Look, you're not fine. Stay here and I'll call room service for you." I offered. I released her hair and made my way to the sink to wash the stray pieces of vomit off my hands.