Leave it to Charlotte to book hotel rooms with no shades on the window. I mean who does that? Let the post wedding hang over begin. What did I expect anyway? I drank more than usual, and don't remember half the night. I'm not even sure what time it is, but I'm pretty sure it's too early to be functioning. I don't have to check out until five, so I have all day.

With heavy eye lids I close my eyes in hopes sleep will consume me again. I shift the comforter so that I can roll. My arm swings over and with a thud I hit something, no not something... SOMEONE! My eyes fly open and an unfamiliar head with gorgeous blonde layered hair is smack in my face. My arm is touching his and I quickly pull it away. He stirs slowly, but doesn't wake. What is happening?

I cringe and slowly remove my arm from his. I lift the heavy white comforter to check if I'm dressed. My black bridesmaid dress is still on, I breathe a sigh of relief. Curiosity gets the best of me and I sneak a peek at what he's wearing. A tight white shirt hugs his thin yet muscular body, and on his bottom are black boxer briefs. I take a second look, and maybe a third. From behind he's not bad, I wonder what his front looks like.

I don't have to wonder for much longer, because as I put the blanket back down he starts to groan. With eyes still closed he rolls over, my heart stops. Holy shit! Laying here with me in a hotel room bed is Taylor freaking Hanson. I spent all of 1997 obsessing over this guy, and now he's here next to me in a t-shirt and boxers.

Eyes wide and heart pounding I try to stay calm. Maybe if I move slowly he'll never notice. I carefully remove the covers from my side. The bed creaks with each movement I make and I can feel him stirring behind me. An arm hits me and I am stuck. I freeze, and the pounding in my heart comes to a halt. His warm hand glides up and down my arm, and I shiver from his touch. I close my eyes as I'm pulled against his chest, my backside right against his front. I can smell alcohol on his breath as his mouth lingers on my neck. I shiver again, I wonder if we had sex? Nah my dress is still on, but is my underwear? I can't even check because he has me locked in.

I bite my lip as his body stills. My phone lights up on the nightstand on my side of the bed, and I know it's my alarm. Shit. A soft ring tone plays, but becomes louder with each passing second. He mumbles something and nuzzles his nose into my neck. I close my eyes because it all feels too good.

He must be a really heavy sleeper because the alarm doesn't wake him. I breathe a sigh of relief, but know it will go back off in about ten minutes. I carefully try to pry my body from his. I get his arm off. My foot is almost on the floor when I hear a muffled voice, "Morning." His voice is raspy from sleep, but it's sexy as all hell. A small part of me kind of hopes we at least made out. I shake the thoughts from my head because that's not who I am.

I carefully roll over to face him, his eyes are still closed and he still looks peaceful. I shift so that I can at least sit up. His eyes flutter open and in a sleepy state he smiles. I haven't thought about Taylor Hanson since I was eight, this has to be a dream. He flutters his eyes again and this time stares hard at me. I bite on my bottom lip unsure if I should smile or say something like "Great sex". After a few seconds he shoots up out of bed and stands.

"Woah," he says hands up all defensive.

"You got that right," I say softly.

"Who are you? Did we?"

I reach under the covers and feel up my dress, underwear is still on. Okay, so maybe we really did just make out.

I shake my head, "I don't think so. Underwear is still on," I inform him.

He goes to smile, but stops himself. I watch in awe as he runs a hand through his dirty blonde mop. It just falls back into place like magic. He scratches at the scruff growing on his face.

"How did you get in here?" I ask.

I wipe some of my bangs off to the side as they tickle the top of my eye. He watches me unsure of how to answer. When he realizes he doesn't know he sits down on his side of the bed and runs a hand through his hair again. I wish he'd stop doing that because everything inside of me is tingling. He takes a breath and then turns to me.

"I should be asking you the same thing. This is my room," he says confidently.

"Room 17B is my room, see I have a key," I say reaching for the key that's next to my phone.

It's one of those credit card looking keys. On his side of the bed is a night stand too and he reaches for his. He turns to sit on the bed fully and crosses his legs. We hold the cards out so that we can compare. I look from his to mine, and somehow they are for the same room.

"So you don't remember coming back to your room?" he asks.

I shake my head, I can feel my cheeks flush. My head is still pounding, but I'm far too freaked out to care. I take another look at the card, it now sits on the side of his knee. I can't help myself, I let my eyes wander his lower body again.

"All I know is I have a killer headache," he chuckles lightly.

He runs another hand through his hair and looks over at me. I let out a shy smile, and laugh. I look back down at the card. I can feel him staring at me.

"So what were you drunk from?" he questions.

I look up at him and his cheeks are pink.

"Maid of honor at my best friend's wedding. She married my ex," I confess. "You?"

His eyes widen as he takes in the reasoning for my heavy drinking. My head told me I was over him, but when the wedding day came my heart decided that I was very much still in love.

"I was cheated on" he tells me.

"I got a little wasted in the hotel bar," he confesses.

"Sorry," I squeak.

"I'll get over it I guess," he says.

An awkward laugh passes between us. I look back down at his leg as he fidgets with the room key. I feel his eyes on me and look up. His eyes, wow. I've seen blue eyes before, but these are like wow.

"You hungry?" he asks.

I give him a weird look.

"Maybe we can exchange stories about last night's mishaps. The parts we remember," he says, and I laugh. "Then we could figure out how we both ended up in this room without knowing the other was here," he suggests.

I think for a minute. I'm living every teenage girl in the nineties fantasy, waking up next to Taylor Hanson is like a freaking dream come true. Sure he hasn't been in the spotlight in quite some time, but he's still good looking. It could be fun, not like anyone is going to come looking for me. Charlotte and he who shall not be named should have left for their honeymoon, and most of the bridal party went straight home last night. I shrug.

"Sure, why not," I agree.