An Unforeseen Turn of Events

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Ryan inhaled the musk Christine wore--his favorite scent. He hoped she would be by his side for the rest of their lives. He reflected that the vodka they enjoyed had the highest alcohol content. In fact, probably the highest he had ever had. He had never felt so languid after drinking. His eyes grew so heavy that as much as he had tried, he couldn't stay awake. He didn't fight it—he was forced to give in as he drifted off to sleep in Christine's arms.

His dreams were highly sensual—later he would think he dreamed of making love to Christine. The best dream he had ever had in his life. Their bodies were joined together and neither could let go. He would swear he actually tasted the sexy sweetness of her body, felt her long thick strands of hair with its strawberry scent. He dreamed their lips were locked in passionate kissing. And he had reached a climax and became one with her.

By morning, Ryan still gently held Christine, pressing his forehead against hers, but he couldn't lift his head from a massive headache.

He was glad Christine was still asleep and she didn't see him like this. Every time he opened his eyes the furniture in her bedroom was all a blur. Ryan was thirsty but the pain in his head grew worse when he tried to move.

He stayed that way until he forced himself to get up from the bed, gently because he did not want to disturb Christine. Rubbing his forehead and blinking his eyes to shake off the dizziness, Ryan discovers he is not only naked from the waist down but there are also blood spots on the sheets.

He freezes.

What the hell happened?

Could they have gone all the way when they were dead drunk last night?

As he began to panic, Christine stirred. As soon as she wakes up and opens her eyes, she clutches her stomach and moans.

"Ryan, what are you doing here? What happened?" she demanded.

"I, um, don't know," he could barely get out the words as he covered himself.

"What happened last night?" she shrieked, covering her face with her hands.

She finally manages to whisper, "Ryan, we didn't go all the way last night, did we?"

Ryan closed his eyes as he remembered the covered blood spots. What could he say?

He felt evil taking away her virginity knowing how important it was to her.

Before he knew it, she lifted the covers and saw the blood. She grabbed her skull and sank into bed, looking shell-shocked in her own world.

Ryan wanted to reach out to her to apologize but she lay there pale and rigid.

Then he remembered her parents were coming home. There was no time to discuss what happened—they would have to sort it out at another time.

"Oh my God! I'm so sick and my parents are coming home!" she moaned.

"Ahh, do you think you got your period?" Ryan gritted his teeth, furious with himself for misleading her.

"Maybe. My period doesn't come regularly," she answered as she slowly rose and her skin tone becoming more normal.

"Christine, look at me. One of us should take a shower and then the other one. Then we'll try to sort this out. OK?" he yearned to touch her but didn't dare.

She nodded and then her stare drifted off.

"You go take a shower and then I'll take one."

Without another word, Christine wrapped the bed sheet around her and walked to the bathroom in a daze.