For the rest of the night, I try to avoid Joslyn to save myself from any further embarrassment. I think its best if I keep my distance until I've fully sobered up. Hopefully, over time, this whole situation will blow over.

Aimlessly wandering around my party, Chris comes up to me with a big smug grin on his face. "Hey, I've got some people I want you to meet," he says, dragging me over to a group of people he's gathered. They're all big time producers and people from major record companies.

"Wow, Chris. This is some party you threw," one of them says and I can't help but let out a scoff knowing he didn't really do shit, yet he's taking all the credit for it.

Chris shoots me a questioning glare before quickly recovering from my outburst, introducing me to all the people gathered around.

I politely introduce myself and try my best to pretend to be interested while Chris brags about me and himself, trying to score some deals. I know I should be paying attention to the conversation in front of me, but I can't help but let my eyes wander in search of a particular brunette. As much as I want to avoid Joslyn, it doesn't mean I don't want to keep my tabs on her.

While I don't see her around, I do spot my father in a corner talking to some girls that are around my age while my mother is maybe twenty feet away from him. Disgusting.

As soon as a waiter walks by with a tray of drinks I snatch one from him. I know I probably shouldn't drink anymore tonight, but I've already screwed up enough so what more can I do. Plus, you only turn twenty one once, why not live it up and let loose for a change.

Stumbling through the hallway of the hotel, I fumble my hands around in my pockets in search of my room key. Finally feeling something in my shirt pocket, I reach inside and pull out two plastic key cards. I forgot that Joslyn asked me to hold on to hers since her dress didn't have any pockets.

Does that mean she got in alright? I know she would probably go down to the front desk and get a replacement key, but who's to say if she was able to make it back to her room? If she's not in her room I can't call or text her because she decided to leave her phone behind. And if she is in her room sleeping I don't want to disturb her.

After having a mental debate in my head over what to do, I find myself outside her door lining up the card to the slot above the door handle. Quickly sliding the card in and pulling it out, I wait for the green light to flash before slowly pushing on the handle. I know this is borderline creepy, but I have to make sure she got back from the party safe.

Holding my breath, I inch the door open and peek inside. The room is dark aside from a soft light flickering from the TV. Sticking my head in further, I can see Joslyn curled up on the couch that's in front of the TV, eyes closed and face pressed into the armrest. She looks so cute and peaceful all cozied up in her pajamas. She must have come back to her room some time ago to change and get ready for bed.

Slipping my body through the door, I quickly shut it with a soft click to block out the harsh light streaming in from the hallway, careful to not wake her. Toeing off my shoes, I stumble a bit but gain back balance and walk over to her sleeping form. I can see now that she has some late night TV channel on that's playing reruns of Friends, and I can't help but smile at how predictable she is.

Looking down at her, I can't help but admire how beautiful she looks. All the makeup Shay put on her before the party is long gone and washed away. Her skin is glowing and her hair that was up in a high tight ponytail is now down and damp from a shower she must have just took.

On the coffee table is a large blue gift bag that reads 'Happy Birthday' on the front of it in bold letters. My heart clinches a bit at the thought of her actually getting me a gift. As much as I want to grab the bag and rip it open to see what she got me, I know it'll be ten times better to open it when she's awake.

Not wanting to go to my own room just yet, I carefully squat down to sit on the floor with my back against the couch. Turning my body to align with the couch, I rest my head against the armrest near Joslyn's, wanting to be close to her.

Face to face, my head only resting inches away from hers, I take a moment to really look at her. In the soft glow casting from the TV, I admire the tiny, subtle freckles sprinkled across the tops of her cheeks and the faint, delicate scar just to the left of her cheek I never noticed before. I carefully run the pad of my thumb over it and move my fingers upward to push back a strand of hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear.

She begins to stir and I freeze, quickly retracting my hand. Her long lashes flutter against the tops of her cheeks and she sucks in a deep breath before snuggling further into the couch. I so badly want to scoop her up and lay her in her bed to be more comfortable, but I know I can't. She'll most likely wake up and I don't trust myself on my feet right now.

When I know she's sound asleep again, I let out a relieved sigh. I decide to sit with her a few more minutes, my eyes and body becoming very heavy.

What is this girl doing to me? We only met a few months ago and she's already stealing my heart.

It feels like only ten minutes have gone by since I closed my eyes. My head and my body hurts all over. I feel like I got hit by a freight train.

Fluttering my eyes open I instantly regret it, the sunlight blinding me. Finally letting my eyes adjust, I fully open them to see that I'm in a hotel room, sitting on the floor, leaning against the couch.

Why am I on the floor?

Racking my brain for details about last night, I faintly remember seeing Joslyn curled up on a couch last night before falling asleep.

Joslyn.

Looking around the rather large hotel room I don't see her anywhere, and I know this is her room, her suitcases in the corner.

When did I end up in her room?

Hearing the hotel room door softly click open, I look over to see Joslyn tip toeing in, a coffee cup in each hand. She's still in her sleep shorts and t-shirt with some flip flops on, her hair up in a messy bun. Even this early in the morning, hungover, I still find her beautiful.

"Hey," she greets me softly, and I'm grateful. I don't think my head can handle anything louder. "You're up. How do you feel?" she asks, coming over to set the cups down on the coffee table, taking a seat on the couch.

"Like shit," I admit with a groan, rubbing my hands over my face.

"I bet." She stands up and walks over to her bags, rummaging around for something. She pulls out a small bottle and shakes out two pills, grabbing a water bottle on her way back over to me. "Here." She bends down to hand me the pills and water. "You should probably take these."

"Thank you," I say, taking the pills and chasing them down with the water.

Stretching out my sore limbs, I pathetically manage to get myself up off the floor to sit on the couch. God my head is killing me.

"When did I come in here?" I ask, grabbing one of the coffee cups.

"I was going to ask you the same thing. I woke up on the couch and there you were on the floor." She lets out a small laugh.

"Huh?" I lull my head back to rest it on the back of the couch, trying to rack my throbbing brain of what all happened last night.

"You don't remember?"

"Not really."

"Wait... y—you don't remember last night?" she asks cautiously.

"Not much, just bits and pieces."

"Oh. She suddenly avoids my gaze, starting to anxiously play with her fingers. "What do you remember?" she asks quietly after a few moments.

"I pretty much remember everything before being pushed into the pool. After that, everything's foggy." I massage my temples, trying my best to remember. "I remember seeing my dad trying to get with some girls." I scoff, trying to subside my anger before concentrating again. "Then, I remember Chris introducing me to people... and I remember talking to you by the railing... and..."

Fuck.

Now I remember. I almost kissed Joslyn while I was drunk last night.

How could I have almost forgotten that?

"Uh, that-that's all," I lie through my teeth, not having the guts to admit that I remember that part.

"Oh."

There's a slight tension in the air.

God I am such an asshole. Not only did I ask her to kiss me while I was drunk, but now I don't even have the guts to address it. As much as I know I should talk to her about it, my pride won't let me. I'm too scared it will ruin our relationship. Plus, what would I even say? Hey, sorry for wanting to kiss you last night. No, too awkward.

As much as I regret last night, I don't at the same time. While I regret being drunk, I don't necessarily regret wanting to kiss her. As they say, drunken words are sober thoughts...

I'm starting to fall for Joslyn, hard. She's caring, smart, funny, beautiful, and the list goes on and on. She's honestly the most real person I've ever met, and I can't help but be attracted to her. But I don't know if she feels the same way. I know she cares about me, but is she falling for me too?

After last night she probably hates me. I don't blame her. If I did actually end up kissing her last night and forgot about it, I would never forgive myself. She doesn't deserve that. She doesn't deserve our first kiss to be one where I'm not fully coherent and for me to possibly have forgotten it. In a way, I'm glad she rejected me.

"Hey, is that for me?" I smile, pointing to the gift bag, desperately wanting to change the subject.

"Oh, yeah." She blushes, tucking a loose hair behind her ear. "You don't have to open it though if you don't want to."

"Of course I want to," I assure her with a small smile, placing my hand on her knee to give it a small squeeze.

I grab the bag, ripping out the tissue paper. Reaching for the first item inside, I can't help but laugh, a huge smile spreading across my face.

"Joslyn, no way!" I exclaim, immediately putting the big chef's hat on my head. Embroidered on the rim of the hat is 'Chef Alex'.

"Well, you always brag about being such a good chef, so I thought you might need your own hat to boost your ego." She smirks playfully.

"I am a good chef." I grin, reaching for the next item in the bag. I can't help but let out a full belly laugh looking at it.

"Since you like the one at my house so much, I figured I'd just get you your own." Joslyn giggles.

I continue to laugh, shaking my head in amusement while looking at the apron in my hands that has the figure of a fit man with six pack abs printed on it, one similar to the one I've used a few times while cooking in her kitchen.

"It's perfect!" I beam, reaching in the bag for the final item. It's a cook book that has a familiar face on it. Staring at me from the front cover is none other than Rachel Ray. My heart swells while remembering the time Joslyn bought ingredients for us to make breakfast, but not any measuring cups.

"Thank you," I say, putting the items back in the bag before pulling her in for a tight hug.

"You're welcome."

Pulling away, she reaches over for her coffee cup, pressing it to her lips. Its then I look at her and remember seeing the tiny scar on her face last night.

"Hey," I say, my curiosity getting the best of me. "How did you get your scar?" I ask, pointing to her face.

She furrows her brows, setting her coffee cup back down to curiously touch her face. "Huh?" She asks, alarmed.

"Your scar. You have a tiny one right," I lightly run my finger over the small scar on the side of her cheek, "here."

She still looks confused, racking her brain of what I'm talking about. Finally her eyes widen in realization and she lets out a laugh. "Oh! When Joe and I were kids, we took karate lessons. Long story short, we were practicing at home and he decided to karate chop me in the face and his nail scratched me. No major damage was done, but somehow it ended up leaving a very faint scar. I totally forgot about it since it's hardly visible."

It's silent for a few minutes, the slight tension looming back in the air.

"I should probably go shower and get ready. My plane leaves in a few hours," she says, standing up from the couch.

There's only a few days left before the second leg of tour stars, and she's going back home beforehand. It takes everything inside me to not ask her to come to New York with me for the time being, but I know she needs to go home and pack, all of her things back at her apartment. Also, I think its best if we let what happened last night settle for a few days to let it hopefully pass over so we can have a fresh start.

She goes over to her suit case, grabbing a fresh pair of clothes to change into before heading to the bathroom.

I know it's now or never if I want to say anything to her about last night. She deserves something from me to let her know I actually remember. If I don't do anything I know I'll regret it and the guilt will eat me alive.

"Hey, Joslyn," I call out before she fully closes the bathroom door.

"Yeah?" She peeks her head out.

"I-I'm sorry," I say, my voice coming out small, but packed with sincerity.

Even though I still can't muster up the guts to talk about what happened, I at least owe her an apology.

Her eyes soften as they stare into mine and something tells me she knows what I mean. Giving me a small tight lipped smile, she nods her head.