Chapter 12 Devon

Fuck.

That was the first coherent thought I had when I woke up. Amelia was beside me, completely naked, and I was completely naked…. And last night at the dance, including after the dance, was somewhat of a blur, but I was pretty sure we had sex. Unprotected sex. A few times. Worse yet, my head was hammering…. Hangovers were the worst.

“Morning,” said Amelia, kissing my shoulder.

“Morning,” I replied with a half smile. “Do you, uh…remember….”

“You don’t?” she laughed. “You were great, don’t worry.”

That wasn’t the part I was concerned about. “Did we, uh….”

“Have sex?” she asked.

That much was obvious. The entire room smelled of sweat and cum. “No, I mean…. I kind of remember that part.”

“Kind of?!” She playfully slapped my arm. “I should be offended.”

“No, no, you were great too…. I was just wasted.”

“Oh, I was going to remind you,” she purred.

“By all means, you can do that,” I replied. “I just mean, uh, we