Motley Crue - You're All I Need (Vince Neil/Nikki Sixx/Tommy Lee/Heather)

15: Feeling Minnesota

~ Amanda's POV ~

I woke up the next morning with my head pounding a bit and my body aching from our actions of last night. I turned onto my side to see Vince's bare back, him turned facing the wall. I wondered what we were going to do over the next couple of days together. I've never been to Minnesota so I don't even know what's here or anything.

I turned around to face the other way and shut my eyes, hoping that I could just sleep this hangover away. Vince moved himself closer to me, spooning me and hanging his arm over my waist.

"Morning," he said before kissing my neck.

I kept my eyes forward, suddenly remembering what secret Vince had confessed to me before we went to the party last night. I tried to remember if that actually happened, but laughed at myself for even questioning the sincerity of it all.

"What's so funny?" Vince asked, resting his chin on my arm. After I didn't answer, he started to kiss my shoulder, moving up to my ear. The sensation sent chills through my body and I smiled, finally turning to face him.

His eyeliner was smudged more than mine probably was. Looking into his brown eyes made part of me want to just brush off everything I found out last night off and forget it all, but I owed more to myself than that.

"Do you still love me?" I asked, looking into his eyes.

"Of course I do," he said, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me closer. "Do you love me?"

Tough question, that one is.

"I do...," I started, but I didn't know what else to say. He wasn't totally off the hook just yet.

"But you're still mad," he finished for me. I wasn't mad, so much as sad, but whatever works I guess.

"I can't stop thinking about it," I said, moving my eyes to the ceiling and fighting to hold back my tears. My stomach churned from last night's decisions as I struggled to try and stay calm and collected.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked as just one tear escaped and ran down my cheek.

"Why don't you talk, and I'll listen," I said, letting my guard down, more tears falling down my cheeks.

"I don't know what you want me to say, Amanda," he started. "You're already upset, I don't want to hurt you more."

I sat and waited for him to start talking. I suddenly realized that I wanted to hear everything, that way I could look what had happened right in the eye.

He looked at me a let out a gentle sigh before continuing. "I already told you all of what I remember. I'm still so sorry, there's nothing I can say or do to take it back."

"Exactly right," I said, wiping the tears off of my cheek with the back of my hand. Then I remembered Tommy and Heather, my stomach churned more and I swallowed to keep whatever wanted to come up, down. "It's going to take me awhile to forgive you."

"And I'll wait," he said, reaching to grab one of my hands, holding it in his.

It was a weird feeling. I wanted to pull my hand away, get dressed and fly back home so that I could be away from him and forget how he hurt me, again. But that would hurt me more than staying and trying to trust him again. For any of you who are wondering why I just don't leave I guess don't understand how intoxicating love can be. Even if it's bad for you.

It was going to be weird trying to have a normal couple of days together before we would both take different planes and go our separate ways. I didn't even really know how to act around him. Pretend like everything is okay when it isn't? Be distant and not enjoy our little bit of time together?