Chapter 78
Chelsea
The next morning.
I opened my eyes when I felt Dylan sit up, and found him checking himself and then looking around.
I'd scattered empty wine bottles and wineglasses on the floor last night, so that I didn't have to explain anything if he asked. I must be a genius!
“Morning, hunny.” I rolled towards Dylan's side and wrapped my arm around his waist.
“Morning Chels. What did we do last night? Why am I having a sharp headache?” He asked, gripping his head.
I pulled him back to bed and nuzzled on his chest.
“What do you think could possibly happen between us, Dylan?” I asked rhetorically while my finger played with his chiseled chest.
“W-We made love?” He asked with uncertainty.
“Why do you sound surprised at that?” I asked, faking hurt in my voice.
“N-No.
