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. 　　I got up from bed, naked. With my curves all at the ri