What did I do last night besides getting smashed? What does he want to talk about?

“Drunk Emma, as fun as she was, isn’t someone I’ve ever met.” He eyes me accusingly. I already feel apprehensive about his tone.

“Or will likely to again, seeing as I feel like hell,” I grimace, hauling my arm over my eyes so I don’t need to look at him; he’s studying me a little too intensely.

“You want to continue our conversation?” he pushes on, regardless of my ‘go ...