Jasmine’s POV

Now, I remember it all.

Everything about last night. The alcohol. The urine. The kiss and finally the puking.

I shut my eyes in embarrassment, his scent intoxicating because of the nearness of his body to me which is serving as a reminder that he is here.

How will I look him in the face now after all that drama?

I was too preoccupied with my plan of stealing Mr. Moore’s number from him to even try to remember how we got home last night or what happened.

I only ...