Right, she seemed to have had a high-proof drink yesterday, then wanted to go to the bathroom to wash her face, and then, she seemed to have seen Kyle, and then she went up to him, hugged him, and even kissed...
The jumbled memories started to become clearer little by little in her mind, like pieces of a puzzle, piecing together what happened last night.
"What, did you remember?" Kyle Kinston's voice sounded again in the room. Mabel Quinn was startled, only to see him already off the bed. His clothes were wrinkled, and even a few buttons on the front were undone.
His hair was slightly messy, and his face showed no expression, yet his handsomeness was undiminished, instead adding a touch of laziness.
Mabel Quinn's face was full of embarrassment, so it wasn't a dream at all! She had actually drunkenly barged into his private room and made such an outrageous move in public.
