Page 118 of Love Unforgettable
Chapter 37
Lexie
Jessica throws my hair in an up-do that’s messy and sleek at the same time. Kat and Remi have since gotten their makeup done, and Jessica moves on to do their hair as well. Remi in a chignon, and Kat’s slicked back to hide the hair loss, with a scarf wrapped around it and tied at her neck. Then the two girls leave.
Which is when the three shared bottles of champagne hit me, “Shit, I think I’m drunk,” I say with a burp. “I can’t be drunk. I have to give a speech.”
“You should practice it,” Kat says. “If you practice, it won’t matter if you’re drunk.”
“I don’t think that’s true,” Remi says. “Remember when you had to give a speech at that law school girl’s wedding?”
“Oh, that was a disaster,” Kat agrees.
“Is that when you called the groom a dork who was lucky to get laid at all let alone married?” I ask.
“Yes.” Kat buries her head in her hands. “And I had practiced it a lot. But when I got up there, it was like everything got jumbled in my head.”
“Okay, I can’t have that. It’s bad enough having people like Sawyer Grant out there thinking what they think without me then looking like the sloppy chick on prom night.”
“I can’t wait to spill my drink on him, such a serious dick,” Kat says.
“I’ll just eat more cheese and meat,” I say. “Soak up the alcohol.”
“Careful,” Remi says. “You don’t want to bloat in that dress.”
“So many rules when you’re a girl,” Kat says. “It so unfair.”
I grab a bottle of water instead. “Plus, I’m having sex tonight and I need to be awake and not drunk for that.” I carefully take my dress off the hanger and lay it on the bed. Then strip off my hotel robe and try to figure out how to put it on without messing my hair or makeup. It’s got a little stretch to it, but not a lot. The hidden zipper goes from mid-hip to just under my armpit. Kat comes over to help me get it over my head and then my hips. She zips it up, it fits perfectly. Granted, there’s no room for anything else between me and the material, but it’s on and it fits. I’m amazed Cole got it right.
“Drunk sex is awesome, but not for the first time,” Kat agrees, helping me into my shoes.
“Yeah, that first time, really that first night, is for passion and exploration, a few quickies, a long-job or two—”
Kat interrupts Remi, “My God, woman, how long was your first night with Bauer?”
“So long, and so good,” Remi says. “We haven’t had sex since before the accident, I’m kinda dying here.”
“Hasn’t it only been like a week?” I ask, taking a few practice laps around the room in my shoes. They are high. Not the highest I’ve ever worn, but a good four inches, with the offset of a low platform sole.
“Two weeks,” Remi says.
“That’s nothing,” I say. “I go months without sex.”
“You get it good, and on the regular, two weeks is forever,” Kat sighs.
“Amen to that, sister,” Remi adds, as she carefully drops her black dress over her head and lets it settle down her body. It’s a gorgeous single shoulder design with ruching on the sides and a slit to mid-thigh. With her hair in the low chignon, the overall effect is more like a young Liz Taylor than her typical vintage style. She smooths the dress down the front and glances at herself in the mirror, anxiously.
“You look amazing,” I tell her. She looks at me through the reflection and smiles. I turn and continue walking around the room.
“Hey, Trevor was good with sex,” I say.
“College guy good is never as good as grown-up man good,” Kat says.
Remi raises her glass in agreement.
“I’m nervous.” I look down at my nails, wishing I still bit them, but not wanting to ruin my manicure. I settle for tapping my fingers against my lips.
“About tonight?” Remi asks.
