A/N: Ok, so this chapter really isn't funny, or very long. But it was necessary. More later. F
Abby sat cross-legged in the middle of the bed, waiting for Tim to come out of the bathroom. Her mind was still reeling from the events of the previous few minutes. She'd put their little encounter of the night before down to the effects of drinking way too much tequila; now, she had to admit that she was still attracted to her best friend. And he'd made it extremely obvious that he was attracted to her.
So what did she do now? Plainly, he'd left the next move up to her. Part of her wanted to just go for it; this was Tim. They had fun together, and the chemistry was definitely there. Their previous relationship had worked well. She smiled, recalling memories from then. Slowly her smile faded. That was just it. Their previous relationship had worked a little too well. Tim was a forever kind of guy, and she wasn't much of a one for commitment. She snorted softly at the irony. They'd gotten married a little over 24 hours ago, after all. Although it didn't really count, she told herself. Drunken Vegas elopements didn't count. Especially when they were going to get it annulled.
'Pity'
The thought came to mind unbidden, sending her tired brain into a whirl. She couldn't honestly be thinking of staying married to Tim, could she? She didn't need, or want, a husband. If she did, Tim would make an ideal one. He was smart, funny, cute, kind, caring... it would be so easy to fall for him.
The sound of the shower turning off made her turn her head around in alarm. She couldn't face Tim right now, not with her thoughts in turmoil like this. Quickly she crawled into the bed, pulling the covers up over her shoulders, and closed her eyes.
...
Abby was asleep when he finally left the bathroom. He watched her for a moment, wishing that this was real, that she really was his wife. Sternly he repressed the thought. This was not a marriage, he told himself. This was 15 minutes of complete insanity during an already crazy night. Which is why they'd be going to a lawyer as soon as possible. Making himself move away from the bed, he went and lay down on the couch. He sighed. Spending the day together had reminded him of exactly how he'd ended up falling in love with Abby in the first place. He knew he'd gotten too close to kissing her before. Drunk was one thing, sober was another. But he'd just been unable to explain any other way.
Sleep was going to be a long time coming tonight.