“I know, Vi. But, hey, on the bright side, Amy and I were both really drunk when we kissed. Maybe she was so drunk, she won’t even remember anything that happened on that patio last night. The kiss. What I said after it. The fact that I ran away like a douchebag. Maybe she’ll wake up and not remember any of it.” I look at Violet hopefully, but she shakes her head with disdain. “I wouldn’t count on that.” I rub my face. “A boy can dream.” “I think you mean a douchebag can dream.” “Tomato. Tomahto.”
Snowball chance she won't remember
