Amelie’s POV
I.
Am.
NEVER.
Drinking.
Again.
What the hell happened last night, and why do I feel like someone put my head in a vice? I roll over in bed, and Nathan is lying there, smiling at me.
“Good morning, sunshine,” he whispered.
“Stop screaming at me,” I responded and grabbed my head.
Nathan just shook his head and laughed.
“Ugh, what happened last night?” I questioned.
“Well, how much do you remember?” Nathan asked.
“Um, I remember being in the limo and drinking champagne, and then everything else is fuzzy,” I said.
“So, you don’t really remember anything after that?” Nathan queried.
“I kind of remember something to do with karaoke, but that’s about it,” I answered.
“Hmmm,” Nathan mumbled.
“Oh, my goodness, did we….oh no….we didn’t, you know…. I mean,” I stammered an
