Page 47 of Tempt

It wasn’t a dream.

I kissed him for real but I can’t remember how it started because I was so drunk.

“I’m fine,” I manage, dropping his arm as quickly as I’d grabbed him. “Have a great time at the arcade.”

* * *

Marie Kondo’s got nothing on me.

I’m not a naturally tidy person, subscribing to the “if I remember where I put it, it’s in the right place” theory of organization.

After my exchange with Daniel, I bolted for the bathroom to shower and brush my teeth. Then dressed and went straight to Andy’s room to fold clean laundry until I heard the front door close.

When I return to the kitchen, there are beautiful pancakes with my name on them wrapped on the counter. The container of maple syrup is next to them.

My stomach growls like a temperamental monster.

Everything is weird, and it’s my fault.

There’s one other person who might know what happened.

I pull out my phone and send off a text.

Kat: We need to talk.

* * *

“You look good for a girl who was tits-deep in the toilet ten hours ago,” Jules comments from behind me in the University Center as I line up for coffee.

“Shampoo will do that.”

Jules orders a tea and she insists on paying for both.

“Jules, did you see Daniel at the party last night?”

“He was looking everywhere for you. He was worried. Like, he was going to find you no matter what.”

Sounds like he found me.

My heart accelerates.

“Did you see us together?”

“Yeah.” She bites her cheek. “He was holding your hair in the bathroom while you puked.”

I rub a hand over my face. “Classy.”

This is worse than I thought.

Did I kiss him?

Or maybe I just grabbed him and imagined the rest?

The barista slides our coffee and tea over, and we take our drinks.

“I think I humiliated myself in front of him last night,” I say under my breath.

Jules reaches for the door, holding it. “If it makes you feel better, I practically had to kick him out. He didn’t want to leave without you.”

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