Dylan could hear movement within his hotel room, but his head was pounding too much, he didn’t want to open his eyes. He knew it was probably his manager. Who would kill him if he realised how hungover he was. He frowned upon hearing the voice. That was definitely not his manager. Feeling movement above him, he slowly opened his eyes, wincing slightly as the light hit his eyes. He did not do one night stands. He couldn’t, not with his career at such a fragile stage. He had to do everything by the book, win America’s hearts so he could further up the acting ladder. Not end up drunk in Vegas and wake up with a stranger. A really beautiful stranger. He cleared his throat, sure that his voice would be non-existent if he didn’t. “This is going to be really rude, and I promise I’m not usually like this, but I honestly cannot remember anything from last night.” He frowned, biting his lip. Dylan hadn’t wanted to be so blunt, but well, how else was he going to find out anything that happened.
He brought his hand to his head, groaning as he ran his hand across his jaw. As he did, he felt something cool touch his skin. He recoiled slightly, his hand out in front of him. Was that a wedding ring? “What the fuck?” He whispered, his eyes leaving his hand and darting to his apparent night companion. Dylan sat up quickly ignoring the dizziness the action caused. “Did we...?” His voice trailed off, as he pushed down the urge to throw up. Yeah, he was definitely dead.
