Standing over me was a person who, I couldn't help noticing, was one of the hottest guys I had ever seen. He had a perfect body, brown hair, blue eyes, and a fantastic smile. At least, I presumed that he had a fantastic smile. In fact, he wasn't smiling. He just looked really dazed.
"So you're up," he said, as I carefully got to my feet. "Do you mind if I call you Mrs. Bloom?"
I stared at him. "I guess not," I replied. "But I don't see why you would do such a thing. It's not my name."
"Actually, I think it is. Though I have to say, it makes me feel a little better that you don't remember it either."
"Is there something I'm supposed to remember? Where am I? Who are you?"
He sighed. "I believe," he said, finally, "that this is our honeymoon. Again, do you mind if I call you Mrs. Bloom?" |