I woke up the next morning with an enormous headache and hardly any recollection of the night before. After talking with Aiden I pretty much got tanked.

Which was never, ever a good thing.

My phone went off as I lay in bed trying to remember anything from the night before. I answered it without checking the caller ID.

"Ashley!" Madison.

"Hey Madison," I replied croakily, hoisting myself up into a sitting position. "What time is it?"

"Almost two. So you and Aiden got along well last night! I’m so glad you took what I said on board."

"What do you mean?" I asked wearily, not really wanting to know. "We danced, sure."

"Oh you did a lot more than that!" Madison replied with a laugh. I cringed. "You two scuttled off to a bedroom at one point. God knows what you did!"

"Oh god." I felt like throwing up. "I gotta go Madison. I’ll see you Monday."

I ended the call before she could reply, and got up, contemplating whether to call Aiden or not. I decided to have a shower and something to eat before calling him, hoping that some nutrients would trigger my memory.

Alas, it didn’t.

I plucked up enough courage to call Aiden that night.

"Ash! Hey, I was going to call you," He said when he answered the phone. He sounded really happy. "How are you feeling after last night?"

"A bit worse for wear," I replied wearily. "That’s actually why I was ringing. We didn’t… do anything last night, did we?"

"You don’t remember?"

"I can’t remember anything," I admitted. "Look, whether or not anything did happen between us last night, Aiden I think you’re a great guy but I…"

"You don’t like me that way," he said, matter-of-factly. "I know, you told me that last night."

"I did?"

"Yeah. We were dancing and I tried to kiss you," Aiden explained. "You told me that you weren’t attracted to me like that, but that Madison had insisted you be nice to me. We ended up going upstairs to one of the bedrooms and just talked."

"What did we talk about?"