Leo’s POV

She looked confused. “Did we what?”

I raised a brow and gazed at her and myself again.

Then, she laughed softly. “No, no, no. We didn’t do anything if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“I got our room attendant to take your clothes off. They were soaked in alcohol and vomit.”

I looked away, jaw tight because even though nothing happened, I felt like I had betrayed something or someone.

“Really,” I asked.

“Yes, you clocked out when you got to your tenth cup. I ...