Amara's POV :
I spent the afternoon in my room trying to remember what I'd said in the car.
Clouds. I'd definitely said something about clouds. And stars. I remembered asking him if stars were hot or cold.
God. How drunk had I been?
I pressed my hands to my face and tried to focus. There had been more. Something at the end before I fell asleep. Something that made him smirk this morning like he knew a secret.
What had I said?
I pulled out my phone and texted Iliora.
Me:Do you remember anything I said last night?
Iliora:You told the bartender his eyes were pretty. And you cried when they ran out of vodka sodas.
Me: In the car. Do you remember what I said in the car?
Iliora: I was in William's car. Ask Roman.
Great. That was helpful.
I threw my phone on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Pieces were coming back but nothing concrete. Nothing that explained why Roman had looked at me like that.
