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The morning sun drifted in from the hotel window, delicately framing the hotel bed and waking me from my slumber. Hearing the shower being run, I sighed and looked around. The floor was littered with discarded clothes, everything from the loved up tumble that happened last night. Last night. Holy shit. Last night happened. I look down and notice that, yep, I’m naked as a jay bird, and yep, my head is pounding with a massive hangover. All I could function was sitting up and grabbing the nearest t-shirt I could find, anything to cover me up, and quickly dove under the covers. I can’t believe I did that. I had a one night stand with a total stranger. A ridiculously good looking one, mind you, but a stranger none the less. At least, I think he was good looking, that last Jag-bomb really screwed with my head…crap, crap, crap! What happens if he has an STD? Or a wife and three kiddies at home? My mother’s guilty voice rang in my ears as I tried to stuff a pillow over my face.  

“Dammit, dammit, dammit!” I squealed. “You would do this. Your first big night out in a new town and you loose your virginity to a complete stranger. Damn, damn, damn!”

 I wrapped myself up in the comforter to make me look like a big, blanket filled burrito and wallowed in my guilt. All I needed was some Ben and Jerry’s and I’d be the perfect Bridget Jones look alike. Then I began to think. This is no big deal, I can handle this. Looking around I remembered that he was in the shower. Perfect opportunity! I quickly disregarded all the blankets and leapt out of bed, trying to collect all my things as fast as remotely possible. Unfortunately for me the shower stopped running and I froze. Uh-oh. At that I dropped everything and sprung back in the bed, pilling all the covers on me and pretending I was still asleep. I shut my eyes and covered my head with the blanket, just to make sure I wouldn’t look awake. I heard the creek of the bathroom door and a towel dropping lazily to the floor. Lucky towel, I thought, but then proceeded back to my napping game. After a clank of a belt buckle and zipping of pants, the bed slowly sinks down as I feel him sit beside me. He’s got the fresh out of the shower warmth coming from his body, and he smells musky and fantastic.  

“That last Jag-bomb must’ve hit you real bad,” I hear him chuckle in a deep, calming brogue.  

Alright, Nikki, you bagged an Irishman for your first time, this may not be as bad as you thought. Suddenly, I feel a hand delicately pull the cover from my face, and he begins to twirl my messy bed head with his long fingers. Okay, I can’t handle this, no more games. I slowly pretend, in my most graceful manner, to be just waking up, when I turn around and open my eyes to a very familiar face. The actor that the whole party was about last night…Michael Fassbender. Oh no. Oh no, no no no no no no. I didn’t. I did NOT. With him? This handsome man? This god like figure took my virginity? You’ve got to be kidding…fuck yeah! I quickly bolted upright and nearly hit my head on the headboard. 

“Oh careful, don’t hurt your head!” He gently places his hand on the back of my head to protect it. I can’t think of what to say. I’m at a loss for words. All I keep doing is staring right into his eyes and thinking “I lost my virginity to Michael Fassbender…score!” 

“Uh..hi.” I finally mutter. 

He grins from ear to ear, “Hi.” He gives me a quick elevator eyes and cocks a mischievous eyebrow. “So that’s where my t-shirt went…”

 “I was cold. Sorry, I didn’t mean to steal it. I mean, I wasn’t going to steal it, that wouldn’t be very nice….I just needed to cover up something because my clothes are…I, er, sorry, sir.” I quickly shoved the covers off and bolted around the room, trying to collect my things and get the hell out of there.  

“Sir? What am I British royalty or something?” 

“Oh gosh, no! I mean, I just, umm…no no not at all!” I couldn’t even look him in the face. I was so embarrassed, pleased with myself, mind you, but embarrassed none the less. I had every emotion possible going through my head that I could barely look at him. I didn’t even notice him taking a seat in the armchair, watching me scatter about the room and him covering his hand with this mouth, trying not to burst out laughing. The whole time I was staring at the floor, I suddenly saw a long leg stick out, making me pause. 

“Hey, calm down, just, come here.” He crossed his legs and motioned for me to come over and sit by him. Oh no he didn’t. 

“Look, no. I’m not…nope. No, no and no.” I finally have all my things together and ready to head into the bathroom and change. He suddenly flashes me a look of annoyance. 

“So, that’s it then? Your just gonna walk out of here without so much as a thank you?” Oh, he did not just go there. I drop my pile and spring at him. 

“Thank you? Thank you for, what? Me providing my vagina for you to place your dick into? For your information, Mr., I don’t remember last night. At all! The last thing I can remember, if anything, is being at the bar and clinking a shot glass with a guy I never met; and that guy was obviously you!” 

“I think you’re failing to mention that I also brought you here after that said “guy” roofied your drink and tried to take advantage of you!” He crossed his arms and looked at me sternly. “Don’t remember that one, do ya?” 

I looked him up and down. “What are you talking about?” 

“Last night, at the after-party, I saw you at the bar chatting to about every guy in the room. I didn’t think I had a chance, till I noticed some jerk slipped something in your drink when you weren’t paying attention. I tried to stop you from not drinking it, but it was too late. You passed out and he tried to drag you out of there. Luckily the bar-man and I took care of it.” He looked up at me again, this time a little less sternly. “I brought you back to the hotel because I didn’t know where you were from. I got an extra room and dropped you off here. I swear to you, I did not take advantage of you in any way, I just didn’t want you going home with that guy. God knows what he could have done.” 

            I slumped on the bed, hugging my legs to my chest. “So, we didn’t do anything last night.”

            He smiled, “No, no we didn’t”. So I’m still a virgin. Awesome. My mother will throw a few hail Mary’s and a sigh of relief. Though I have to admit, being half naked in front of him did have its advantages.

            I looked down at myself, noticing I was still wearing his white t-shirt. “Then how did I end up naked this morning if we didn’t, err, “do” anything?”

            “When I carried you in here last night, you woke up suddenly and started singing It’s Raining Men. Maybe that had something to do with it…”

            We both looked at each other and burst out laughing. “Oh, my, I just…look, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to, you know, act like such a…”

         “Jerk?”

         “Yeah, basically. Look, is there anyway I can do to make it up to you?”

            He warmly looked at me with his vivid blue eyes. “How ‘bout dinner and a nice walk tonight? Or I could take you for a ride on my motorcycle.”

            “If that’s a metaphor for something I’ll slug you.”

            He burst out laughing, “No! No I really do have a motorcycle, see?” He pointed over to his suitcase where a motorcycle helmet was nestled.

            “You sure you’re not lying and you drive a Vespa instead?”

            He grinned. “I graduated from the girly Vespa category.” We both smile at each in agreement. “What time tonight?”

            “8 o’clock sound good?”

            “Sounds perfect.”