I woke up the morning after the wedding party, my memories of the night before hazy at best. As I blinked my eyes open, a black cummerbund on the foot of the bed caught my attention, and the sound of an unfamiliar male voice drifted in from the en-suite bathroom, singing softly.
What transpired between us the night before? And better still who was this mystery man in my hotel suite bathroom? The handsome best man? One of the cute usher boys? Oh god, please not the groom? I thought if I scrolled through pics and texts on my iPhone I might get a clue….before he comes out of the bathroom in a towel, or naked….
