Chapter 76

AMELIA Oh dear lord, how much did I drink last night? My temples throb with a dull ache, and my mouth is drier than sand. I yawn my way back to consciousness and stretch out on the cool sheets. They feel expensive and luxurious and nothing at all like the bedding in my apartment. My eyes fly open as memories of last night flood back. Shit. I’m not in my apartment, am I? There was the wedding. There was an incredibly hot guy. There was even hotter sex. Oh. My. God. My heart flutters in my ribcage, and I look around for signs of him. The room is empty, but the shower is running. I sit up and smooth back my hair, noticing all the tender spots in my body as I move. Wowzers. That really was some night, and now I have to do the walk of shame for the first time in my entire life. And I’ll be doing it in a strapless bridesmaid’s dress, which is extra shameful somehow—yes, I was that cliché. I put my head in my hands and groan “Feeling that bad?” I hear him say in his perfectly smooth voice, an