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| NEW YORK |

THE MORNING AFTER

Would you believe me if I said we're still together? Because I don't believe myself. Then again it has only been 12 hours. I roll over in the hotel bed and feel his skin against mine. It's warm and firm and everything I missed about sleeping next to him.

"Morning," I mumble against his shoulder.

Brooks turns his head and opens his eyes, smiling. "Who're you?"

"Don't you remember? You picked me up last night," I smirk.

"Doesn't seem like me." Brooks laughs.

"Seems exactly like you," I laugh.

I rest my chin on his chest. Brooks stretches his arms and leaves one behind his head and the other around my neck. I can't stop looking at him. He can't stop looking at me. My mind is racing with everything from last night's dinner at fake Corbel Finn to walking the streets with Trix and Travis convinced I was seeing Brooks around every corner. Turns out, I was seeing Brooks under shady lamps across the street.

There wasn't a lot of talking last night if you can believe that. It was mainly more shots of tequila, hard-core dancing, and an artsy porno vibe in our hotel room. I'm not complaining. But now it's morning and now I need to face the truth. The truth is us.

Don't think it's lost on me that Brooks and I found each other, unplanned and unprovoked, in a city crawling with people on New Years Eve of all nights. It's not lost on me. Brooks is not lost on me. He's in my bed, naked. I'd say he's pretty found on me.

Turns out Lexi was a lot more high maintenance than Brooks could deal with. Or wanted to deal with. They broke up sometime at the end of summer. So only three months after I left the bonfire with Alex. Three months after Brooks chased me down the street, pleading with me.

"Think Trix and Travis are up?" Brooks asks me.

I move my phone until the screen lights up with the time. 7:30 AM. We haven't even been back at the hotel for 5 hours.

"Mhmm. They're always up." I roll my eyes. I think of Trix and Travis and their dumbfounded faces last night when they saw Brooks walk into the bar. I had my suspicions but I knew they didn't plan this. No one could have planned this.

I swipe open my phone and text Trix to see if she's up. Brooks tries to pull me back down to him when I sit up in bed.

"Come back," Brooks groans.

"Stop," I laugh, swatting away his hands. I pull on his undershirt from last night. It smells like ocean. How?

My phone buzzes against the fluffy down comforter.

UP. BRUNCHY boo?

"Brunch?" I ask, holding my phone up for Brooks to see Trix's text.

"Room service?" Brooks asks, raising his eyebrow. His smirks gives me life.

"You want me to pass up brunch. It's in my DNA," I smirk.

"But I'm not ready to leave," Brooks whines. "I don't want to share you yet."

Music. To. My. Ears.

I can't stop the grin from spreading ear to ear. I can literally feel how stupid my face looks right now. Ask me if I care.

"You never have to share me again," I tease, sitting back on the bed.

I crawl from his ankles up to his waist and straddle him. I lean in, his T-shirt hanging off my shoulder, and press my lips against his.

"Fine. We can brunch," Brooks says, running his fingers along the back of my neck. It gives me chills.

"That's what I thought," I quip.

"But first," Brooks says, gripping my waist.

"Brooks," I giggle. He pretends to tickle me. No, actually does.

In one swift motion he flings me to the side and rolls on top of me, pinning me against the bed.

Man have I missed this.

I think about it. I've hardly had time to let it sink it, let alone actually consider the ramifications of our garbagio trash will power. I wonder what everyone will say –Meg and Nate, Alex, my parents, etc. I'm sure they'll be supportive, but they'll all be thinking it. This is the third time at bat. One more strike and it's all over for us. There's no salvaging a relationship after this. If it doesn't work this time, it's over for good.

I know it. Brooks knows it. I like to think third time's the charm, right?

...

We take the elevator to the first floor. We cross through the restaurant and bar lounge hand in hand. Heads turn as people look our way. They don't know us, I remind myself. They aren't judging. And if they are, they're only judging how damn good we look together.

I see Trix and Travis nestled at a four top in the back of the room. The linens are lush and white and look like they were cut from Trix's dress. She's already in bride mode. You know, the once I'm engaged I am legally contracted to wear white every day until my wedding mode. Shit, she's gonna be a beautiful bride.

I stop in front of them and clear my throat.

"Look at you two lovebirds," Trix sings, staring up at us from the table.

"Oh stop," I smirk. My hand finally parts with Brooks's.

"Surprised you two made it out of the room," Travis laughs.

"Seriously." Trix giggles next to him, her hand looped through his.

"Not by choice." Brooks sits down in the empty chair next to me.

Trix pours us two flutes from the mimosa pitcher, which is just about dry. They've been at in for an hour already. Thank god for bottomless.

"So," Trix says, clapping her hands together. "Now that the fab four is back together again."

"Ew," I groan, my lips pressed against the mimosa glass. Trix shoots daggers and Brooks grins.

"Sorry," I mumble, rolling my eyes at her.

"You're excused. As I was saying," Trix continues. "This is the perfect time to start with the wedding plans!"

Perfect time my ass, Trix. I just got back together with Brooks, spend one drunken night with him, but yea of course I want to wedding plan with my best friend.

Wow, I'm shit.

I should want to wedding plan with my best friend. And I do. I do want to help her realize her twenty-year-long dream vision into actual fruition, but I mean. I also wanna jump Brooks, so there's that.

"I think this is our cue," Brooks says, shaking his head at Travis.

"Read my mind." Travis drains his glass and stands up.

"You know if you leave, you get no say about what we decide here." Trix folds her arms, narrowing her eyes at her soon-to-be hubs.

"It's cute," Travis grins. "That you pretend I would have a say even if I stayed."

He plants a swift kiss on Trix's lips and starts weaving between brunched-up tables. Yes, brunched-up. I see her mouth brighten into a wide smile. She can never stay mad at him.

Brooks watches Travis leave and then looks back to me. It's like he's waiting for my signal –my permission –to dismiss him. Not mad about it. I incline my head, like he's released of duty. He walks around to the back of my chair until he's standing behind me. I feel his muscly hand palm under my chin and tilt my head back.

Well, it's no swift kiss on the lips. That's for sure.

Trix's eyes go wide and she catcalls us in the middle of this boujee ass bar. I laugh into Brooks's mouth and feel his lips turn into a smile against mine.

"Shut her up, will you?" Brooks whispers against me before leaving the table.

I watch him go. No, I admire him walking away. His hair and his build and ass and I'm dead. Actually, deceased. This view of him used to bring me apprehension. I used to worry if he'd ever come back –if I'd ever see him again. Now I know I will.

Now I know we decided something. We decided it last night and maybe even before that. We're in this for the long haul. And even if it doesn't work, even if we go down...

Well, at least we'll crash and burn together.