I opened my eyes and immediately squeezed them shut, "oh my god." I moved my hand up to my forehead, feeling someone very close behind me.

"Hangover?" A familiar male voice asked behind me. His arm was draped across my unclothed stomach.

At first I rested my hand on top of his, then my bad instinct kicked in, "who the fuck are you?" I screamed, making it out of the bed as fast as I could.

"I'm the guy with the last name and number that matches your football jersey." He sat up and smiled, "who are you?" He rubbed his eyes and fixed his shoulder-length blonde hair.

"You have got to be fuckin' kidding me, I'm in a hotel room with Paul Levesque?" I laughed, "pinch me so I can wake up." I held out my arm.

"Usually in dreams you don't get to see the parts you would want to see." He got up and walked towards me, "I'll pinch you, but I don't think anything will happen." He kissed me and pinched me in the ass, "see, you're awake. Don't worry I get that a lot."

I looked down, "I still can't believe this happened. Where did I meet you, and how did we sleep together?" I let him kiss my neck, feeling his hard-on on my leg, "nice, Paul, I make you that excited?"

"Oh yeah." He smirked, his hand cupping my breast, "gimme a couple more times, I mean we got all morning and afternoon." He turned me around and pushed me towards the bathroom, "ever done it in the shower?" He caressed my shoulder and neck.

I stopped myself from walking, "I can't do this anymore. I need to use the bathroom and I don't have what I need to keep everything okay." I collapsed onto the cold wall beside us crying heavily, "I always told myself I would wait until I was married. And I lied to myself, and my parents. I'll bet they're calling my friends and asking where I am."

He helped me up and onto the bed, "well, I could get my friend's wife to get you something. Or I'll get you something." He kissed my lips, "you look beautiful right now." He tried to kiss me again but I turned my head, "baby, what do you need?"

"I need a fucking box of tampons and new underwear." I crossed my arms tightly, "I can't stand seeing myself naked, because I'm fat."

"You aren't fat baby." He looked down at himself, "I ain't exactly fit here." He put his hand over his package, "maybe I should cover up a bit."

"We went shopping last night and you did buy me, well, some sort of undergarment. I might have underwear in the bag too, right?" I put my bra on and wrapped my waist with a towel, "I'll be right back."

When I came back, he was in the bathroom almost shaving, "oh, did you find something?" He asked, seeing me crying again, "what's wrong now?"

"There is no way in hell I am wearing this in public." I held up the outfits he bought me the night before, "I know I liked them last night, but, wow, I must've been really fucked up. I'll either take them back or pay you for them." I threw the clothes on the floor, "I really can't wear the underwear." I pulled out two thongs from the pile, one being red and full of glittery decoration and the other was the same, just it was hot pink, "Paul, I can't wear this."

"I can get you some tampons or whatever. Don't worry, I'll be right back. I'm gonna go ask Mark's wife Tania if she has any." He walked out of the room and out the hotel door.

I scanned the hotel, opening the refrigerator and grabbing a bottle of water. The door opened and an African-American woman came in, smiling, "hi, you must me Stephanie, I'm Tania, I'm Mark's wife." She handed me a small plastic bag, "Paul said you needed these."

"Oh thank you so much." I was only wearing a pair of sweats and my bra, but looking at her, who was wearing a black bikini and a small sarong, "I can't thank you enough." I put the bottle down and hugged her.