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... I-I'm just confused. I remember nothing about last night,” he said, looking down at me and playing with the strands of my hair with tender.