After emptying pretty much everything in her stomach, Mirela brushed her teeth and stumbled to the bed. She was in a purple nightgown that went to her knees. I smiled at her, already in bed.
"You all right?" I asked.
She groaned and crawled under the covers.
"Don't ever let me drink that much again," she said, her voice muffled by the blankets.
I laughed and turned off my bedside lamp. I was feeling buzzed myself but I was used to getting drunk. Something told me she wasn't. I turned to say so but she was already fast asleep. I smiled and watched her for a little while. Her hair was in her face so I gently pushed it away.
"Caleb," she sighed and I froze but she just continued to sleep.
With what little light was remaining, I snapped a picture of her on my phone. I put it down and sighed. I tried to think about the best time to tell her. Should I wait until the last day here? Or maybe halfway through the trip? Maybe I'd do it after we had the dinner with Margaret and John. A nice, romantic dinner with a couple on their anniversary would definitely set the mood.
I yawned and shut my eyes, putting my arm around Mirela's waist.
I did my best to not laugh. Mirela was still asleep when eight in the morning came around. She was spread out on the bed, her mouth hanging open as she snored. There was a small line of drool from the corner of her mouth but she still managed to look sexy as hell. Her nightgown had slipped in the night and I could see her thighs. I bit my lip painfully. My eyes wandered to her chest where the buttons couldn't come together so it showed some of her cleavage.
I groaned quietly and put my hand on her stomach, my body burning with desire. She mumbled something and I kissed her cheek, wiping the drool away.
"Why do you have to be so fucking sexy?" I grumbled.
I sighed, shaking my head, and got up to shower and get ready. When I came out, she was still asleep. I smiled and sat beside her.
"Wake up," I said but she didn't respond. I poked her. "Come on, Mirela. Wake up."
I poked her some more and she swatted at my hand, trying to turn.
"Go away," she whined. "It's not my turn to go grocery shopping."
I chuckled. "Come on. I want to go out to eat for breakfast."
She was already asleep, though, and I wondered if it was always this difficult to wake her up. I smirked and took my shoes off again. I ran my hand up her stomach and she squirmed in her sleep. I leaned down to her ear.
"Wake up," I whispered and she shifted a little. I got in the bed next to her and put my leg between hers. "Wake up, Mirela," I breathed, kissing her neck. She moaned quietly. I kissed around her throat and to her lips. "Time to wake up."
I kissed her lips a few times until she was kissing me back. I smiled in satisfaction and opened my eyes.
She covered her mouth and yawned.
"Off," she said with narrowed eyes.
"Aw," I said, nuzzling her neck. "But I'm having fun."
"Mm," she said. "I guess I could get you drunk and castrate you in your sleep."
I laughed and kissed her one more time before getting up. She sat up and stretched, pulling on her nightgown then rubbing her eyes.
"Jeez. I have the worst headache."
"Get dressed and we'll go get some food and strong coffee."
She gathered her clothes and went into the bathroom to change. I picked up my camera and took some pictures of the city. Our room was facing the east so I got a good view of the sunrise. It was a little foggy from the pollution but, for some reason, that's what gave it the appeal. I walked around a bit by the window for different angles. I had to get a shot of the ground. Everything looked so tiny; I loved it.
"You ready?" she asked, coming up behind me and hugging me.
She kissed my shoulder.
"Yeah," I said. "Look at that," I said, pulling her to stand beside me.
"What am I looking at?"
"The sunrise," I said and positioned her in just the right way. "The way it shines between the buildings."
She held my hand. "You have a great eye for this stuff."
"I have a great eye for a lot of stuff," I teased and she slapped my arm. I laughed. "Come on. Let's get some food."
We went to a buffet that was in a casino, something that surprised both of us. The taxi driver had recommended it, though. I kept my camera hanging from my neck. The ceiling was amazing and I took a couple pictures of it as we waited in line at the buffet. Several times Mirela had to drag me because I'd get distracted.
"Want to do some slots after we're done?" I asked and she nodded enthusiastically.
"Nothing hardcore, though," she said.
"We'll save that for later," I agreed.
"While you were passed out, I went online and found a good restaurant/casino we can go to with Margaret and John tomorrow night. It's pretty fancy and has some slots and at least one Blackjack table."
"I guess it's a good thing I packed that dress," she said.
"The one Luther got for the photoshoot," she answered.
I smiled and held her hand. The line was insanely long but I had anticipated that. We weren't the only people fascinated by Las Vegas. Neither of us spoke but I didn't mind. I enjoyed just being next to her. She started to hum and I put my arm around her waist and she did the same.
"Excuse me?" someone said behind us and we turned. It was a young man about our age. "Are you a photographer?"
"Yes," I said, holding up my badge.
"The name's Ryan," he said, holding out his hand. "Fellow photographer," he added. His eyes slid to Mirela and I frowned at the look in his eyes. It was the same look I had given her when we first met. "And who is this lovely young woman?"
"My girlfriend, Mirela," I said and they shook hands.
"Mirela," he repeated slowly. "Such a lovely name for a lovely woman."
"Thanks," she said coolly.
He smirked as she turned around and I cleared my throat at him. I stared coldly for a second and he shrugged, getting the message.
"Are you here for the sights?" he asked.
"Sort of," I answered as the line inched forward. Mirela had her phone out. "She and I needed a vacation and my partner wants us to do a travel series."
"Partner, eh?" he asked.
"In business," I clarified when I saw the smirk on his face.
"So you two are exclusive?" he asked and I felt Mirela stiffen.
"Yes," I said immediately.
"I always thought open relationships showed more... trust between the couple." Mirela looked at him. "How do you know you can trust a person until you let them spend the night with another man or woman?" Mirela's face was getting confused, something I didn't like. "My girlfriend and I are in an open relationship, you see."
"Good for you," I said and pushed Mirela forward. "Don't," I whispered in her ear. "Just go, okay?"
"We'll talk about it at the table, okay?"
"Okay," she said slowly, glancing at Ryan.
When she was ahead of us, I turned back to him. Our eyes met and his gaze was challenging.
"Have a good time in Las Vegas," I said coldly.