Picture the movie, Bridesmaids, but skip the getting married part. That was us. It was a weekend getaway. A group of friends letting loose before our real adult lives began. Wild times. Drinking, and then maybe a little more drinking. It was the plan until I saw him. Or more like until I stumbled over my own two feet and landed in his lap. He was the crush I never thought I’d see again. Yet here we were in Vegas, during a total blackout. I figure why not explore all the possibilities, or more like let him explore me?