SWEETEST OBLIVION

PUTTING THE PAST BEHIND

I regretted everything when I awoke the following morning.

Fucking hell.

Attending the hotel club party was undoubtedly a bad decision. But after I met the hot, enigmatic man, all I could think about was him, and I needed a way to distract myself .

I now deeply regretted my choice, though.

Even before I was fully awake, my head felt terribly. I was probably awakened by the pain, and when I rolled over, the ache felt significantly worse.

"Ugh."

The headache wasn't the only issue. It tasted like crap in my tongue. Every time I got over a hangover, I forgot just how often I had been waking up like this throughout the previous week. I forgot just how bad it was. I had never been hungover before in my life, at least not before this trip.

Wait. I’m forgetting something, aren’t I? .

How did I get back to my room last night?

When I opened them, I squinted and winced. I felt like I was being stabbed in the eyes and the head by the light coming in from a set of curtains that were open. I groaned again and pulled the covers up over my head before curling up and forgetting about whatever had me worried before.

I snuggled close to the pillow when a marvellous scent engulfed me, one that felt familiar yet I couldn’t pin point why. But one thing was certain: it wasn’t mine.

My eyes instantly snapped open, and I groaned, sitting up slightly, causing the duvet to fall to my waist. I looked around the room while rubbing the sleep from my eyes, and I shrieked when I realized this wasn’t my room.

Where the hell was hell?

Why was I in some stranger's hotel room?

I didn’t have time to ponder about it when the cold air hit my bare skin, giving an answer to my question. Panic instantly clouded my mind, and I found myself rushing out of the bed , taking in my very naked form.

No....No..No

Please...No

This is a dream. I won't have been drunk and stupid enough to give myself to a complete stranger. I closed my eyes, shaking my head, hoping that when I opened them again, this would all be a dream.

Slowly, I peeled my eyes open and began laughing hysterically. I was screwed. How could I have made such a mistake as to give my first to a complete stranger? A stranger with no name or identity I look to my left, and flashbacks of the night come rushing back to me.

I recall the kiss we exchanged; it was tentative at first. I recall being wary. That is, until his arm encircled my waist, pressing my body against his, and his lips parted mine. His tongue intertwined with mine as he deepened the kiss and claimed me as his.

I once more gasped against his lips due to the way his free hand had forcefully gripped my ass as it had slipped down to my waist. The way he grinned and ran his fingertips over my hipbone before slipping his hand between my legs

I could still feel the chill that swept through me when his fingers found Or the way my entire body shook with anticipation as his fingers gently worked their way to my centre and began to touch me. The cry that left my lips, muffled by his kiss, when I reached my peak

That, however, was it. I couldn't recall anything further. The more I attempted to remember what transpired the rest of the night, the more blank I was left with because my memory was still foggy.

I made the decision that it would be best to check out of the hotel before my alleged one-night stand came back. My clothes were folded neatly on the couch, and I was about to put them back on when I noticed a message.

I took it in my hands and admired the lovely penmanship before reading the contents.

‘ Sorry, I wasn’t there when you woke up. I have some important matters to attend to, and I will be back before noon. I hope you won’t disappear on me this time. ‘

He stated this time, and I furrowed my brow in confusion, wondering what he meant—could he possibly be the man I met yesterday at the hotel cafe? That was impossible given that he could have any woman he desired.

Why on earth would he ever accept less?

I shook the idea out of my head and continued getting ready.

I had no intention of waiting for him. It was so humiliating that I couldn’t remember what happened between us last night. The last thing I needed was to be trapped in any form of awkward situation with him.

I walked out of the room, and that was when I realized the mistake I had made. We were both sharing a hallway; our rooms were opposite each other. His was 316, and mine was 319. I must have walked into his room in my drunken state, yet it was still a mystery to me how I was able to get into his room without a key card.

Taking a deep breath, I walked into my room, discarding the clothes of yesterday as I freshened up and changed into a clean blue mid-thigh dress.

My suitcase was already packed. I took one final look at the room to make sure I wasn’t forgetting anything before making my way out of it. I returned the key back to the receptionist, my cab already waiting at the entrance of the hotel while I said my final good-bye to Italy.