Wyatt Winters

*I groan as I slowly wake up, my head is pounding. The hotel bed is huge and comfy, one of the best beds I have ever had. I rub my eyes with one hand. I freeze as I realise my arm is around someone who is pressed against me. Crap, did I bring some random person back to bed. I look down and I relax when I see her, snuggled into me with her hand on my chest. A hand with a cheap plastic ring on her wedding finger. Everything floods back and I quickly shake her* Wake up, pipsqueak.