Woke up next to a stranger this morning… pt1

How the hell did I wake up between two men???

An innocent summer night, a glass (bottle) of wine & (too) good company led me to wake up next to someone different, than who I had fallen asleep with. There was a stranger in my bed … well, technically it wasn’t MY bed. And on top of all, there was the guy I thought I loved, who had no clue either of us were in HIS bed. How come none of us knew about the other?

One night, 3 lovers, 6 versions:

1st of all there’s MY experiences – which differ from guy’s versions (2 & 3). And their stories differ from the ones they are going to tell their girlfriends (4 & 5) and eventually there’s the lies I tell myself (6).

Confused already? Sometimes, life itself writes the most unbelievable scripts.

“Yes” Just one word changed everything. Yes, I agreed to stay over since I was way too tired to go home (well or back on board of my boat at least). As E. offered that I could sleep in his bed, he didn’t know about “A. and me” (the night before)… and I didn’t know that these two shared a cabin together… So, instead of an empty bed, I found the one guy who I secretly had spent last night with: A., who has already passed out on the bed sideways. I tried to move him, yet I couldn’t shift him at all. Grabbing the only blanket I could find, I turned off the light and carelessly fell asleep. I felt at ease with him lying in the same bed (well, it wasn’t the first time).

In the middle of the night I woke up by a gentle touch – the warmth of another body behind me made me moan a little (still half asleep). As I stretched my legs, I hit sth hard… and warm. Wait what?? Now, I was awake and moved my head just a little, so I could see it for myself!

A. was still lying crossways at the other end of the bed…. so, WHO THE HELL IS LYING NEXT TO ME?

I didn’t dare looking over my shoulder. My heart started to beat faster, yet my body was relaxed. Why did it feel so damn good? Deep down I hoped it was E. who had laid his arm around my waist to pull me closer. And guess what, lost in my fantasies I fell asleep (again).

Only to be woken again later on by some mumbling… Finally A. woke up and by only one look I could tell how confused he was. This time I looked around the room and surprisingly I did indeed find E. next to me… “WTF”, is all that A. was able to say. Blame it on the alcohol, the lack of sleep or the confusion, but all I could do was laugh…

Nearly stumbling over his own feet, A. left his own room. Did I feel sorry for him? No, he’s the one in an (open) relationship who wouldn’t tell any of his friends about us. Why would I feel bad now?

In the faint light I looked at the guy who was still next to me. Dark brown eyes, dark hair, sexy… Now it was just us two. Two beating hearts, two lost souls on vacation…