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“I’m … not sure. Maybe you rolled over during sleep.” I feel there is something he
is not telling me, and I can’t quite put my finger on it.
“What did I do last night?” Again, I feel like he’s weighing his answer. “What is the
last thing you remember?”
“Tacos.”

“Then, you didn’t miss much. We came back, you took a shower, and we went to
bed.”
Something is missing. If I’d gotten ready for bed with the intention of sleeping
why, can could I feel cool air on my ass cheeks?
“Well, drunk Sanya makes no sense,” I confess. He is rubbing my back.
His big hand warms me. “What do you mean?”
I take a deep breath before responding.
“If I was sober, the only reason I’d wear a thong to bed is because I expect someone
to take it off.”
He stiffens a little. “Sanya, sweetie…”
Those words jar some of my memory, and almost everything rushes me at the same
time.
“Oh, no. Oh, no. Oh, no.” I try to bury my face deeper into his chest. “Sanya…”

Henry tries to speak, but I cut him off.
“I tried to seduce you!” I pray to be swallowed up by the earth. “You fly out here
to save me from the psychos, and I thank you by trying to seduce you.”
“Do you remember anything we talked about?” His voice is serious.
“I just remember shimmying in here like a crazy person with hardly any clothes on,
and you tucking me in, telling me I was drunk and needed to go to sleep.” I feel terrible.
What was I thinking?
“Do you want the details?” I shake my head in his chest.
“Let’s just leave it at last night. I’m sooo sorry, Henry. It won’t happen again.”
“Sanya, I think it’s something we should address.”
Loud banging on the door startles me. I jump off Henry and almost fall on the
floor.
“Let’s go, you alcoholics. We leave for the beach in 15 minutes.” I flick off Teo’s
voice.
“Why did they send him?”
Henry scowls at the door. “They probably didn’t.”