ANTHONY’S POV
I tried my best to not think about how sad and heartbroken I was by the fact that Blake didn’t remember being an active participant in the best night of my life. As I stared up at the dark ceiling in the living room, feeling very uncomfortable being wedged between the arm rest of the ridiculously short couch, I tried in vain to not also think of how Crystal has been calling me ‘Anthony’ and not ‘Tony’ since she saw Blake on top of me yesterday. I think she was mad at me and I couldn’t blame her. I did make out with her boyfriend in my bedroom when she had given me the task of keeping an eye on him.
The hickey on my neck was a sure sign of the incident that happened between Blake and I, yet he couldn’t recall it. I had thought that seeing it would jog his memory, but that di
