Chapter 8
Cherry
The questioning tone tinging his voice made my stomach bottom out. Swallowing, I pulled the covers tight to my chest, suddenly aware of my nakedness beneath the sheet in a way I hadn't been a moment ago.
Tentatively, I asked, "What do you remember about last night?"
Deep down, I was still expecting something. Would he remember how much fun we had? Would he recall him announcing I was his? Would our story shift? Would he tell me that he loved me as much as I did? Would we actually become a thing? I held onto this tiny shred of hope, my eyes glistening.
Then I saw Dylan scrunch up his face, holding his hand to his head. His blank stare made me tense. "I remember drinking. A lot."
"You did," I agreed wearily. "You weren't exactly rational at the party last night. I
