Meri's POV

He's looking at me like I've gone mad, but I haven't I've just remembered an important piece to our puzzle.

"Oh my god," I say covering my mouth with my hands.

"What?" he questions.

"I realized that I'd gone to one of the bars inside the hotel, not the one inside the room where the wedding was. Charlotte and I got into a heated argument right there on the dance floor. I walked out. I was shitfaced by that time," I say almost laughing at the memory.

He gives me a look again and I can't tell if it's because he remembers something himself, or if he's planning on a way to get out of figuring the rest of this out.

"Let's take another break," he suggests. "We can relax and then try to figure out what we said to each other. Apparently we met at the bar," he says.

"Should we get drunk again?" I ask.

He chuckles and for the first time since he's started his story I feel a little lighter. I laugh with him, and the tension in the room fades. I really do love the sound of his laugh, how could anyone cheat on this handsome, sweet guy. If he were mine I'd hold on tight and never let go. He's not mine though and I have to stop thinking like that. Maybe we do need a break.

"We should definitely take a break, but being drunk probably won't help us," he says.

I laugh and nod agreeing with him. I stand up and he does the same unsure of what to distract ourselves with next we decide to venture out into the hallway. He takes my hand as the door closes and I look over at him. Warmth spreads through me again and I can't help but smile. He makes me feel something I've never felt before. He gives me a small smile as we get on the elevator. We make our way downstairs in hopes that maybe walking around will help us remember something.

Downstairs in the lobby we are both very quiet trying to take in our surroundings. He's still holding my hand, they fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. I spot a sign for the hot tub, I wonder if that would be relaxing enough. I hope he doesn't think it's too creepy to go into one with a complete stranger.

"What about that? It might help us relax," I tell him.

"If you don't mind me going in my boxers," he warns.

"It's fine. I don't have a bathing suit either," I confess blushing.

Thankfully there's no one else in the room when we get there. We find some hotel towels and place them close by on a chair. The room is warm and steamy and I already feel relaxed.

"I'll turn around," he says.

We both turn our bodies to get undressed, and I wait until I hear him go in before I turn around. He sits with his arms spread out on the outer edge, a smile plays on his lips. I know he's trying not to look at my body, honestly I'd be okay with him looking. I settle in and moan a little, he chuckles. It feels so good and the thoughts of the previous day no longer haunt me in my relaxed state.

"This is amazing," I say.

"Is this your first time?" he asks.

"Yeah, my family never vacations in such fancy hotels with hot tubs," I say.

"You've been missing out," he jokes.

"Tell me about it this is awesome," I say leaning back like he is.

I close my eyes and listen to the water bubble around me. I take a deep breath and when I open my eyes he's staring at me. I feel myself blush and I look down.

"So tell me a little about Long Island," he says.

"Well it's an island," I shrug.

He laughs.

"No really. I've been there a few times to perform, but never to explore," he tells me.

"I remember," I tell him.

"You were there?"

"I was there at Jones Beach, it was a magical night in the nose bleed seats," I joke.

"Ouch, we were pretty popular back then," he laughs.

"I waited on line for hours for those tickets," I confess. "Wish you guys never vanished," I say.

"Me too," he says.

"So besides Jones Beach what else is there?" he asks.

"Out east we have some of the best wineries, and farms. You get a bit of a country feel as you head out there. It's always night for a day trip or a mini weekend adventure. Fire Island is also nice to visit in the summer too. It's also nice to have the city so close. There are so many amazing things here. I love that I can just hop on a train to get here," I say. "What about Tulsa?"

"Tulsa is Tulsa," he laughs. "There's a great sense of community, and I am involved in an organization that helps feed people in need," he tells me.

Can this guy be any more perfect? He can sing, he's down to earth, caring, and even a little sensitive. Plus he helps the less fortunate, how can anyone even think about cheating on someone like Taylor? Unless there's something I'm missing.

"That sounds amazing," I say.

"It is. I love Tulsa."

I close my eyes again enjoying the bubbling sensation around me, trying to absorb everything that's happened in the past twenty four hours. I am still trying to figure out how we ended up in the same room. I keep thinking maybe they double booked the room and didn't realize, but I feel like there's something more. Maybe it's just me wanting there to be something more.

"What are you thinking about?" he asks.

"This whole thing with us," I reply opening my eyes.

He scoots over until he's sitting next to me. He runs a hand through his moist hair, and then places them in the hot tub. He swirls the water around and then looks up at me.

"What about it?" his voice almost at a whisper.

"I'm just over thinking," I tell him.

"Should we maybe go to the bar?" he questions. "Or we could go to the front desk and ask them who the room is under," he suggests.

He looks at me and I think he's thinking the same thing I am, if we go with the second option it would kind of ruin our whole investigation. Like if we did that it would be the end and we'd figure it all out. His eyes tell me he doesn't want this to end as much as I don't want it to.

"Can we just stay here a bit longer?" my voice sounds tiny.

He nods and throws his arm around my shoulders confidently. Like its normal I lean into him, and he pulls me further in. I lay my head on his bare shoulder and breathe him in. Somehow I find it in me to wrap my arms around his middle like I've done it before. It all feels so familiar.

We spend another twenty minutes tangled in each other's embrace, until rowdy group comes wandering in. He pulls away hesitantly, and we hurry to get our towels. We head back upstairs to change. I decide to take a quick shower to wash off the hot tub scent. I let the warm water roll over my skin trying to get some space from Taylor to refocus on my thoughts.

When I get out of the bathroom he's on the bed out cold. I hesitate unsure if I should walk out the hotel room and just forget this happened, or if I should crawl into bed with him. I yawn not realizing that I am tired too. I check the time on my phone, it's around three thirty. I think my check out time is for five, but honestly I don't care. I put my dirty clothes in a plastic bag and put them inside my suitcase.

I lay down next to him trying not to make big movements. He moans and his eyes flutter a little as I crawl under the covers. His hand reaches out and he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear again. His touch is gentle. I smile back at him as he throws and arm around me. I curl up next to him and lay my head on his chest. I listen to him breathe, and I am relaxed by his heart beating rapidly in his chest. It's silent and my eyelids grow heavy. Without even thinking I start drifting off to the sound of Taylor's gentle breathing.