Mother just said she knew I loved María José innocently. I knew I loved her but I wasn't sure if innocently was the word for it when I had marked her, abandoned her, and now, went to ask for her sister's hand in marriage?
By the Moon, what the hell was going on?
I dragged a hand down my face. My throat was dry too. My mind was running in circles, desperately trying to make sense of this.
What the hell had happened to me?
My mother's gaze softened. "Could it be… that you were drunk?"
Drunk?
I frowned. "No. I didn't drink anything."
But even as I said it, I hesitated.
My thoughts flickered back to this morning. To Rosario. To waking up in that bed, my clothes scattered and my mind completely blank.
To the way she had stretched lazily under the sheets, wiggling her fingers at me with that playful smile.
"Niño, don't be so dramatic. This is a little secret between friends." She'd said.
My stomach turned.
Had she…? Had she done something to me?
