A/N: Haven't written a chapter story in awhile, and definitely not a Twilight story. Here's a short little prologue to set the scene for this one. It won't be very long, and not very angst-y, I think. But anyway, here ya go.

Bella stretched out, and then curled closer to the incredibly warm body lying next to her. Her arm wrapped around him and her leg went back to intertwining with his. She took a deep intake of his cologne - spicy, with a hint of musk - and her mouth turned up in delight.

Then she stopped.

Her eyes slowly opened, and she got the first look at the man lying next to her. A man that definitely wasn't with her when she left Phoenix for a week of sun, relaxation, and shameless flirting in Las Vegas.

Slowly, so as not to wake the unknown slumbering man, she extracted her arm from around his waist, and gently pulled her leg back. Sitting up she took a good look at the man lying next to her, and a quiet gasp escaped her lips.

He was gorgeous.

Not just gorgeous, he was breathtaking. Staring at his golden hair, his perfect lips, amazing cheekbones, and striking emerald green eyes made her heart skip about twenty beats.

Wait a minute. Emerald green eyes? Uh-oh.

The man slowly pushed himself up to his elbows and cocked a perfectly arched eyebrow at her. "Is there any particular reason you are in my bed? Not that I'm complaining. I just don't generally wake up with strange women in my bed while on vacation." He thought about that for a second, "Well, at least not strange women I don't remember inviting in the first place. And definitely not fully clothed strange women."

That was the moment she realized that, yes, they were both fully clothed. "You don't know who I am?" she asked, insanely confused.

He sat up, leaning against the headboard, "Don't get me wrong, I'm sure you're a great girl, I just can't remember a damn thing from last night." He shrugged sheepishly.

"No, neither can I. You're not a homicidal rapist, are you?" she asked, her situation hitting her like a ton of bricks. She was in an unknown Las Vegas hotel room, no memory of the night before, with a man that she had never met before.

He laughed, "No, I'm not a homicidal rapist. Are you?"

She rolled her eyes, "No, I'm not either. Got another question for you then, what's your name?"

"Edward. Edward Cullen." His eyes perused her form, landing on her clasped hands. Then the gorgeous emerald of his eyes grew really wide and bright, "You're married?"

She glanced quickly down, talking as her eyes traveled, "No, I'm not-," she stopped, her eyes going from her hand, to his, which was bearing a similar gold band. "Apparently, we're both suddenly married."

He looked down at his hand and sighed, his head falling back on the headboard.

"Well, fuck my life."

A/N: Told ya it was short. Anyway, review, let me know J 3