My head was pounding. Even in my sleep. I stirred awake from the discomfort, my head throbbing in pain. I groaned, rubbing my eyes while slowly waking up.

The first thing I noticed was Noah sleeping beside me in nothing but sweats, then I noticed that my clothes had been changed too. I was now in one of his shirts and that was about it. Just underwear beyond that. When I rubbed my eyes and touched my face, I could feel my skin bare. All the makeup wiped and stripped off.

I sighed slowly sitting up. I ran my hands over my face and froze.

What the hell is that?

I am freaking out. I am most certainly freaking out. For many reasons.

a) Noah saw me naked.

b) He's naked.

And c) There is a fucking wedding ring on my finger.

My jaw fell open at the faint memory of a chapel replaying in my mind. I resisted a scream and leaned over him, looking at his left hand.

Oh, my god. No, no, no, no, no! He has one on too.

Did we get married? Do I have a husband? NO! He's my- almost boyfriend? I looked at the ring that said something else. It said: He's my husband. I put a hand on his shoulder and started shaking him gently. "Noah," I whispered.

He groaned, rubbing his eyes open before looking at me. "What happened?" he mumbled. He looked at me and then sighed, "Yes, I changed you. Yes, I saw you naked. Yes, I liked you even more," he chuckled.

"Noah," I said warningly.

He looked at me and I held my hand up. "Oh. Yes, we got married."

"No."

"Yes. Like, really got married."

"No," I whispered.

"Hmm," he nodded.

"How the fuck are you not freaking out?" I smacked him.

"Jesus, relax. We got a divorce then and there."

"What?" I gaped at him.

"Bella, I'm messing with you. You already paid for the rings, we just put them on each other. I took you out of there before you actually listened to the priest and went through with the vows."

I let out a sigh of relief, my shoulders deflating. Now for the other thing. "You changed me?" I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Damn it," he mumbled.

"You changed me?!" I yelled, hitting him with the pillow.

"I didn't change you by myself, Jesus!" he exclaimed, "I mean, I helped you change."

I eyed him warily, "And my makeup?"

"You talked me through it. I took it off," he shrugged. He lay flat on his back, looking at me. "Relax. Nothing happened. We're not married, we didn't have sex, I'm not your husband, you're not my wife, hmm?"

I have never been more glad of someone being sober. I crawled over and lay on top of him, hugging him. He chuckled, his arms going around my waist. "Thank you for staying sober and building a tolerance to alcohol," I mumbled against his skin.

"You're welcome," he laughed.

I pulled away enough to look at him until our eyes met. "I bet you'd play picture-perfect husband," I smiled, brushing his hair which had a tendency to fall over his eyes.

"No," he shook his head, "You'd play picture-perfect wife."

"Then what would you play?"

"The husband with a secret," he smirked.

"A secret woman?" I lifted a brow at him.

"Never," he said, pecking my lips, "A secret. Something I did," he smirked.

"Like?"

"Kill someone," he whispered.

I laughed, "And then?"

"And then my picture-perfect wife would find out."

"And then?"

"I'd have to kill her too," he shrugged.

"And if she kills you first?"

"Then I accept my defeat," he chuckled.

"We're messed up, aren't we?" I asked.

"A little bit," he laughed while nodding. I hugged him, resting my face in the crook of his neck. "I saw you naked," he sang, his hands resting on my lower back under my shirt, drawing circles.

I laughed, holding him tighter. "Immature, are we?"

"No, we're having fun and enjoying our-" He stopped talking and cleared his throat awkwardly. "Um-" he stuttered.

"Relationship?" I mumbled.

"I uh- I don't- if you want it to be," he replied.

"Do you?" I pulled away and looked at him.

"It would be a little weird if I said I didn't want to be in a relationship with my wife," he chuckled.

I smiled while looking into his eyes, as if an answer would magically appear. "Do you?" I asked again.

He nodded, "Yeah," he whispered, "Yeah, I definitely do."

"Then you play husband, I'll play wife," I smirked.

"No," he shook his head before tucking my hair behind my ear. "I'll play boyfriend, you play girlfriend. Is that okay?" he asked softly. I loved it when he spoke to me like that. Softly, gently, cautiously. When he would worry or be concerned and ask me how I feel about something happening. It made me feel valued. And that's something I've never really felt.

I grinned before nodding, "Yeah, that's okay."

"Wow, look at that smile. Lord have mercy," he smiled back at me, flashing his dimple.

"Lord have mercy on me," I laughed, brushing my finger over his dimple. I love his dimple.

Notice how you suddenly love everything about him, honey?

And?

I think it can be called falling in love.

I think you should really shut up and not ruin the moment. If I fall in love with him then... Then we'll see.

He sighed, tucking my hair behind my ear once again, his thumb caressing my cheek. "Are we going anywhere today?" he asked.

"I don't know, I'll have to check," I mumbled, busy staring at him.

"Let me take you out tonight," he mumbled.

"To the casino?" I chuckled.

"No, for a date," he retorted.

"A second date? The plot thickens," I raised my eyebrows at him.

He grinned, "It does indeed. Let me take you out. A nice, kind of expensive dinner, where I pay for everything and then we walk all the way back," he smirked. I lifted a brow at him questioningly. He rolled his eyes, "We'll take a nice stroll, don't worry, I won't let your heels kill you."

I chuckled, "That's very kind of you, thank you."

"Anytime," he winked.

"We've got four-"

"Three," he corrected.

"How do you know what I'm about to say?" I looked at him quizzically.

"You're about to say we have three days here. Isn't that right?"

I chuckled, "Yes, that's right. We have three days here. Anything you really wanna do?" I asked.

"Anything?" he smirked, poking my stomach.

I nodded hesitantly, "Anything."

He looked at me in slight shock and confusion. "Anything?" he mumbled.

I nodded, more certain now. I'd go that far with him. I trusted him enough for that. And I've only known him almost two weeks. I've never gone so fast with someone before, but I'm willing to try with him.

"Bella, seriously?" he asked.

"Noah, I wanna leave Vegas with something, all right? And I want that something to last. Even if it's just as a memory." He seemed confused. "Things might not go the way we want them to," I shrugged.

"Why not? You got into Berkley and so did I. What could go wrong?" he chuckled.

I might not even go.

I shrugged again, "I don't know. But I want to make the most of my time with you here in Vegas. If we're still together, we'll have a memory to talk about, if we're not, I'll have one for myself," I explained.

"Bella, you really want to go so fast?" he asked.

"I'm not saying I do. If we don't, then we don't. It's not going to change anything between us. I just wanna know that we did all we could have here," I replied.

"But if I ask you, you'll say yes?"

"Yeah," I nodded.

"You'd give me that part of you? You trust me like that?" He seemed surprised that I was so willing to have sex with him.

"Yes, I trust you like that. Don't make me regret it, okay? Don't break that trust," I chuckled.

"I won't, I promise," he said reassuringly, "I would never break that trust. But you won't either, right?"

I nodded in response.

"You'll tell me everything? If something bothers you, if something's hurting you, if something could hurt us."

I stared at him, contemplating once again whether I should just tell him I'm probably not going to Berkley with him.

"I'm serious about this, okay? I'm really thinking about this. Long term. I'm willing to try that with you, aren't you?"

"I am," I said almost immediately, "I am. I just don't like how uncertain the future is."

"Whatever happens, we'll talk our way through it."

"You're so sure?"

He nodded before kissing me softly. He pecked my lips a few times before looking at me. "It's never two people against each other in a relationship, it's always two people against the problem. And people forget that. We won't, all right?" he mumbled, his eyes flickering between mine and my lips.

"All right," I whispered.

I'll tell him. I have to. Just not here. Not now. Not in Vegas.

I'll tell him when we're home.

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