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EMILY'S POV

It was our first long conversation. We chatted expressly until our food was set on the table. Mid way into our dinner Ronald's voice broke the silence.

“Is the food to your taste?” he asked,his gaze on my face.

I looked up briefly at him before relishing the food, “Yes, it's delicious,"

" Do you remember anything from last night?” he asked,his voice smooth and calm.

I froze, my fork hovering mid air. Ronald's words dropped like a bomb into the silence, sending ripples through my calm facade.

“Last night? What happened?”I said, my voice barely a whisper. My eyes widened, as if the words themselves were a surprise.

But they weren't.

Memories from the previous night haze began to resurface- the way he cleaned up the mess I made. My face blushed hard.

I strained to recall any other thing apart from Ronald cleaning me up but my mind remained frustratingly empty. I got tired of recalling them.