He was one guy. Hardly the first guy to catch my attention here, and definitely not the last.
I didn’t see Katalin or the guys again either. I wasn’t interested in getting my mouth vacuumed for the second time.
Instead, I made friends with another group staying in my hostel: Jenny, who was staying in my room, was Canadian; her brother John, along with their friend Tau, who was dark- skinned, gorgeous, and Australian.
I followed them to a pub crawl that night. It was easy to just blend into their group and give my brain a break by listening to their conversations about the summer film program they were attending in Prague. I put up with the normal get-to-know-you questions for a little while, but by the time we got to the second pub, we’d all had enough to drink that we acted like old friends even though we didn’t know each other.
Something in me must have been broken, though, because I couldn’t even stay interested in what Tau was saying, and the guy was a beautiful specimen of man with a to-die-for accent. John was a bit on the nerdy side, still kind of cute, but there was definitely nothing there either.
I talked to a few guys at each pub we hit, but my eyes were constantly drawn to the door, waiting for someone else to enter.
A very specific someone else.
But that was stupid. He wasn’t just going to walk in at random. I knew that, but I couldn’t seem to get my head or my heart into the evening.
Between pubs, I must have seen a dozen Internet cafés, each one whispering to me, calling me to go lose myself in messages to friends and the comfort of home (or as close as I could get to it here anyway). I resisted, and made myself do a shot every time my mind wandered to Hunt or Home, both of which were recipes for disaster.
Needless to say, I felt like the walking dead the next day when Jenny plopped herself down at my feet, and pulled the blankets down off my head.
I groaned, and buried my head into my pillow.
“Fuck. Too bright.”
She clucked. “Hangover. That blows.”
I turned my head sideways, just enough so that I could talk and keep from suffocating on my pillow.
“I’m going to blow your brains out if you don’t talk a little quieter.”
She smiled like I hadn’t just taken a stroll into homicidal territory. I had learned one thing the night before . . . Jenny and I were really alike. Scary alike. It was a little like hanging out with my clone. Well . . . a clone that wasn’t hung up on some guy she was never going to see again.
She said, “I have a solution.”
“Does it involve ritual suicide? I’ve always thought that would be an interesting way to go.”
“Damn. You’re morbid the morning after. No wonder you say you never have any issues ditching your one-nighters. They’re probably actually in a ditch somewhere.”
“Ha. Ha.”
In a much quieter voice, she said, “So, I was thinking we’d get some coffee, maybe add a little something special to yours. You know, a little hair of the dog. Then we’re going shopping because we’ve got plans tonight. Epic plans.”
Whoo-hoo. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Epic plans.
“I’d rather take an epic nap.”
“Come on!”
I wanted to bury my head under my pillow and forget the world.
I said, “Go shopping with your friends.” “They’re guys. They’ll just be obnoxious and impatient the whole time. Besides . . . you’ll like this. Trust me. Close your eyes.”
Gladly.
“Picture a gorgeous guy. Are you picturing him?”
Despite all attempts to do otherwise, I was picturing a very particular gorgeous guy. The same guy who’d been stuck in my head for two days now.
“Now picture him shirtless, in swim shorts, and dripping wet.”
Damn it. Why did my imagination have to be so good? There was no way I was going to get out of my rut if I kept this up.
“Now multiply that times a hundred, add some music and alcohol, and that’s what you and I are doing tonight.”
“Uh . . . Jenny. I don’t know what kind of geography they taught you in Canada, but Hungary is landlocked. I don’t see any beach parties in our future.”
“Who said anything about a beach, drunky? We’re going here.”
She literally shoved a flyer into my face. My head ached as I tried to focus on the writing.
I saw the picture first. Some kind of rave with tons of people in bathing suits looking like they were having the time of their lives.
Above that, the title read, “Night of Baths.”
When I sat up to take a look at the flyer, Jenny took off rambling. “The guy at the front desk, you know the one with the eyebrow ring?” Oh, I knew him, all right. He’d provided an excellent welcome my first night in Budapest. “He said it’s similar to a pub crawl, but instead of bars you go to these thermal bath places that have been around, I don’t know, a bazillion years. Everyone wears bathing suits, gets trashed, and stays out all night long.”
At the moment, my stomach didn’t seem up to another all-nighter.
“I don’t know, Jen—”
“What do you mean you don’t know? This sounds amazing. Plus, it’s my last night in Budapest. And I could use a wing woman if I’m going to snag Tau.”
Right. I vaguely remembered her mentioning something about liking him the night before. I guessed it was good I couldn’t manage to drum up any attraction on my end, then.
“Come on, Kelsey. You’ll regret it if you don’t. This is like a once-in-a-lifetime party.”