the carpal tunnel of love [chapter twenty-three]

Chapter Twenty Three
A Teenage Vow in a Parking Lot

Alexis's POV

Whoa. Where am I? My head hurts. I looked to my right and found the bed unmade and no one in it. The door opened and Patrick came through the door, holding Starbucks and some Advil. I smiled at him and he came over and kissed me on the cheek. "Good morning love," he said, handing me the coffee and two Advil. "Hello, wow. I can't remember anything from last night," I said, taking the Advil. "Well you were pretty stoned, I put you in one of my shirts to sleep in last night," he said, sitting at the edge of the bed. "Thank you," I said, taking a sip of the latte. "Not a problem," Patrick said with a smile. He moved his way up next to me and put his hand on my waist. I put down the coffee and got close to him. I put my lips to his and we made out. I could feel a sensation coming from behind and Patrick was rubbing his hands up and down on my back. He took off the shirt I was wearing I began to take off his jeans. We took off each other's clothing until we lay in the bed, completely naked next to each other. "Is the door locked?" I whispered. "Yeah, I locked it when I came in," Patrick whispered back. I smiled and Patrick kissed me again and again on my lips. We made love on the creaky, somewhat comfortable hotel matress.

Knock. Knock. Knock. "Uhhhh- WHAAAAT?" I screamed to whoever was knocking on the door at such a special time. "Yo, it's Joe, we need to get going, the plane leaves in a couple of hours," Joe said. I moaned and said, "We'll be out in a couple of minutes." "Sorry," Patrick said. "It's okay, maybe sometime on the tour we can 'be close'," I said, grabbing my clothes out of the suitcase. Patrick took my hand and kissed me on the lips as I finished putting on my underwear. I kissed him and back and whispered, "Time for that later." Patrick frowned a little and walked over to his suitcase. We both got ourselves dressed and grabbed our suitcases and headed out the door. The others stood outside the door, holding suitcases and snickering. "Oh be mature," I said, brushing my hair into a pony tail. My statement made them only giggle more. I rolled my eyes and Patrick took my free hand we all headed out the door.