Now I have to get back into story mode and I'm finding myself stumbling over my words. I'm not sure how to tell him this part, I don't want him to think of me any differently. I mean after today we will both go our separate ways and that will be it. For some reason I can't shake the nerves I am feeling as I tell him the next part of my day.

"I think the moment I realized that it was wrong was when it was already too late. I was in the zone and I couldn't stop. I missed him more than I realized and it sucked. My phone started to go off again vibrating on the floor next to me. Charlotte's picture was on my screen and there I am lying half naked with her soon to be husband. I know it was wrong, but I couldn't help it. He tells me to just pick it up, and when I do she chews my ear off telling me that they had started pictures without me.

"I hang up the phone and get dressed while he watched me from the floor. The most fucked up part of it all was he said nothing to me after. When I got to my car I sat there in his driveway and cried. By the time I got back to the house they were almost done taking pictures."

Taylor's finger brushes my cheek and it pulls me from my thoughts. I look at him and once again, I don't realize I'm crying. Through blurry eyes I stare at his half eaten burger unable to look up. I am embarrassed by my actions. I put my head in my hands and start sobbing the way I did in that car.

"Hey. We all make mistakes," he tells me.

"I feel like such a rotten friend," I admit.

"He knew you wouldn't be able to resist him, and tempted you and you took the bait. He should be the one to feel guilty."

Taylor sounds angry, like he wants to kick his ass. I nod and look up at him. He's watching me with those crystal blues again, and I can't pull away. My eyes wander down to his lips and part of me wonders what it would feel like to kiss him. Everything with him today has been easy. Most guys, most famous guys would have probably called security on me, but he didn't.

He pulls me in for a hug, and I let him. His hand rubs my back in a gentle rhythm and somehow I think I can get used to this. Rain drops start trickling down on her heads and get heavier each second. We both start laughing as he grabs the food tray and I hold the door open for him. By the time we get in we are both soaking wet. I watch as he puts the tray on the cart and runs a hand through his hair. I wish he'd stop doing that.

After changing our clothes for the second time today we sit back in the bed. It's around one thirty, so I still have a few hours before check out. I wonder when his check out is. He's sitting closer to me than he was earlier, and it makes me giddy inside.

I decide to continue the story, although this is the part I hate the most.

"I pulled into the driveway of her parent's house and all of them are outside taking pictures. I can feel that my lips are swollen from kissing him. As I walk by Charlotte's eyes go to my neck. I probably should have checked a mirror before I got there. Immediately she knew. She excused herself from pictures and followed me into the house. I shut the door to the bathroom before she had a chance to speak. She started to bang on the door to let her in. Que the tears because I started to cry again. She realized I didn't lock the door and barged in. The first thing she said was, "I know what happened." By this point I felt like I was going to shit my pants. She stalked over to me and I honestly thought she would slap me. She hugs me and then walks out of the room.

"That's weird," Taylor adds in.

"Right?" I ask.

"So they went through with the wedding though, right?" he asks.

I look up at him and something passes over his face, and I'm not quite sure what it is. Realization maybe? Confused I nod to answer his question. He smiles at me.

"What?" I ask a smile playing on my lips.

"Nothing. You can continue," he says.

"Okay then... so after I got dressed I go out to join the others for pictures. Charlotte was smiling like nothing was wrong, but I know deep down she was bothered by what happened. So we take pictures without any drama. I tried talking to her, but she kept telling me she needed to check on one of the bridesmaids, or check on her makeup. She made excuses all the way until the church. It was just the two of us in a small room. "Charlotte," I try. "Is it hot in here because I'm hot," is her response to me. I think at this point I actually gave up trying to talk to her about it.

"I could see him standing at the altar with a smug look on his face as the wedding party slowly made their way to the front. He acted like nothing happened, not even an ounce of regret on his face. I remember walking up the isle and his eyes on me, I felt gross.

"Fast forward through the wedding, they both said "I do" and that was the end of it. They were married. Maybe I should have been the one to object because we literally just had sex a few hours before, yet he had the balls to stand up there and say his vows like they mattered. Maybe I am better off without him.

"We took pictures with the groomsman, and him. He and Charlotte both acted like two teenagers in love. They kissed and groped each other, laughed I guess they just didn't care. On the way to the hotel we get a party bus. So everyone is on it including him. They both ignore me, and that was when the drinking started.

"I can't recall how many drinks I had on the ride, all I remember was being buzzed by the time I stepped off the bus. We did our entrance and any emotion I had at the point just vanished. I was numb. I liked numb so I drank more. The last thing I remember was going to the bar and I am pretty sure I was just talking to the bar tender...."

Taylor's POV

I watch her as she tells me her side of the story. She's so animated when she does and goes into such detail I feel like I'm listening to an audio book. She stares off just as she finishes like maybe she's trying to remember what happened. For some reason I want to reach out and comfort her again. I don't know what made me wipe the tears from her eyes, but it was like an impulse. When she told me that her ex just sat there without a word after using her I wanted to tell her to give me his address.

"It's really coming down out there," I hear myself say.

"Sure is. Is it weird that I love the smell of rain," she tells me as she stands.

She walks over to the door and opens it slightly breathing in the scent. I smell it too. I watch her as she reaches her hand out and catches the rain in her hands. I could write a million songs about this girl, she's kind of amazing.

She walks back over and sits down next to me, our legs touch. For some reason I like being close to her. I know I am being ridiculous, but I can't help myself. She looks at me, there's worry in her big brown eyes. My hand starts moving towards her, my body having a mind of its own. I tuck a strand of brown hair behind her ear and look at her.

"You look worried," I tell her.

"You probably think I'm a real asshole for sleeping with my best friend's fiancé," she sighs.

"I don't," I tell her.

I'm not lying, I don't think she's an asshole. She was vulnerable and that asshole knew exactly that. She made a mistake that she can't take back, but apparently it didn't change anything between the bride and groom. According to Meri they are both on their honeymoon right now.

"So what's your story?" she asks shifting in her spot.

I put my hand back on my leg and start to think back. I am one of those guys who will write a song for a girl, I'll send her flowers just because, it's just the way I am. I grew up with my father showing me how to love someone. I really thought I loved her, and I thought she loved me. Apparently I had it all wrong.

"I flew out of Tulsa around seven in the morning and didn't reach the city until around two. I was coming to surprise her, she was here for "work". When I arrived at the airport I immediately took a taxi to her apartment she uses for work. I had been thinking about it for a long time and I knew some time in the near future I wanted to propose. I thought she loved me, but I also had some doubts. The purpose of this trip was to see her reaction when I surprised her.

"I feel like my story is much shorter, everything happened within the first two hours of arriving here. The cab pulled up to the building and I paid the driver. I definitely hesitated after he drove off because I just stood there looking up at the building. I had to walk up three flights since the elevator was broken.

"I had practiced what I wanted to say in my head, just saying surprise was not good enough. I knocked at the door several times before hearing some commotion behind the door. I could hear her voice and when she answered she seemed to be out of breath. She didn't open the door the whole way, which right there I should have figured something was up. Her face didn't light up like I wanted it to, and my stomach dropped. Her hair was tangled and her cheeks were bright pink. Then I asked if I was interrupting her. She shook her head and in response told me that she was just exercising. She stepped out and carefully shut the door behind her. As the seconds went by I started to realize something was up, because she doesn't work out.

"I asked her if I could come in, and if she was happy to see me. My plan was going down the shitter with each passing moment. She didn't even step in to kiss me, and when I tried to kiss her she gave me her cheek. Then out of the blue she tells me I shouldn't have come. Immediately it hits me and I know that there is another guy in that room with her."

I look over at Meri and her lips form a straight line. I'm not sure what she's thinking, but she's quiet. My eyes wander down to her lips for a second before catching her eye again. She grins.

"Was the person inside someone you knew?" she asks.

I nod and lower my head so that she doesn't see the water forming in my eyes. I don't want her to think that I am some pansy who cries, but I'm feeling a little worn down from the whole thing. She puts her hand on my leg and I stare at it. My hand slides over and gently lands on top of hers. She turns hers over and we lock hands for the second time. I'm in awe with how our hands fit together. I look up and she's still smiling. I decide to continue even though the next part actually fucking hurts to talk about.

"I ask her if it's someone I know. She lied at first, shook her head without saying a word. I could see it in her eyes that she was lying to me. I tried to move her to the side, but she didn't want to budge. It took me a minute, but I finally stepped around her. I have never felt like I was going to faint before until that moment. Call me weak, but I was sweating like crazy, and my head was spinning. When I opened the door standing right in the middle of her studio apartment was my younger brother."

I'm pulled out of my story by Meri's "Oh my god" reaction. I don't normally cry, but rehashing this story is making me into a mush. What the hell? Meri's hand covers her mouth and she's in complete shock.

"I'm..." she starts.

 I wipe furiously at my eyes.

"God Taylor I am so sorry," she starts to say.

"You don't have to finish the story," she tells me.

"I have to if we want to figure..."

"It doesn't even matter anymore," she tells me. "It's a fresh wound that I won't force you to open," she adds, her voice breaking.

Her eyes are glassy like she knows the pain I'm feeling. Her story and mine are so similar. We both are heart-broken from two people we love, but can't find it in our hearts to hate them.

"I want to finish though," I tell her. "I want to make sure one hundred percent that I didn't take advantage of you," I confess.

"I don't think..."

"I have to make sure," I say.

Her soft brown eyes stare into mine, and she nods allowing me to continue. I have to find out how my night ended. I need to know how I ended up in this room with this amazing and beautiful girl.

"I didn't do anything to my brother, I yelled for a few minutes asking him how could do that to me. That was it though. I feel like part of me knew they both liked each other and I probably should have seen it a long time ago. There were signs I was just too blinded by love to see them.

"So I left the apartment and went to the first bar I saw. I remember going in and out of several bars until I came here to this hotel. I didn't have any reservations and hoped that maybe they would have some. I think I spoke to someone at the front desk, but I can't remember. So maybe I got the room key then? It's all fuzz at this point, but I do remember sitting at the hotel...

"Bar," she finishes. I look at her funny. "It was you," Meri says in her quiet voice.

She's staring down at her hands trying to figure something out. It's kind of like it just hit her.