a laugh and gently rubbed his hand up and down my back.
I had no idea why the hell I was in my brother's bed, but my panic subsided. If I was with Matt, that meant I couldn't have done anything I'd regret. After a few minutes, my stomach stopped trying to eject itself from my body, and my eyes began to focus. As the room came into view, I realized that I wasn't in my brother's bed. We were in Kat's room.
"Why are we in Kat's bed?" I wiped my mouth on the neck of the t-shirt I was wearing.
"You really don't remember last night, huh?" He was quite amused, which told me I must have embarrassed myself.
Great.
"Oh Lex, not on my rug!" Kat yelled, as she walked into the room and saw the puke over the side of her bed. "I told you we should have dragged her to her own bed."
"I got it, babe," Matt said with a chuckle and got up to clean the mess on the floor.
I gave Kat my best 'please forgive me' look, and she melted instantly. She climbed into bed with me and pulled my head to her shoulder.
"What happened last night?" I asked her, almost afraid to hear the answer.
Kat laughed and I could tell she was stalling, trying to decide if she should give me the whole story.
"Kat, please?" I covered half my face with one hand. As much as I'd like to skip the details of my humiliation, the bandage just needed to be ripped off.
I could see fuzzy pieces of what I guessed were memories, but none of it really made sense. I had to know more.
God, how much tequila did I drink?
"Well, I don't know if you will be hearing from Sebastian again," Kat said, looking away to avoid eye contact.
I tried to remember who Sebastian was. He had to belong to the blue eyes I kept seeing in my head. I could almost feel strong arms around me. Images came back little by little, but a lot was missing.
"Is he in the wedding party?" I couldn't quite place him, even though his eyes were clearly visible in my mind.
"Yes. He's Justin's cousin, from Europe." She was still feeding me baby-sized bites of information, probably hoping my memory would come back and spare her from having to break the bad news.
I peered over the side of the bed at my brother. He was scrubbing at the rug with his nose scrunched up. The scent of lemons mixed with vomit filled the room and my stomach to twisted in protest. My body did not want to move, but I had to get out of the room. I must have had my puke face on, because Kat slipped out of bed and extended a hand to help me up.
"Let's get you out of here before you blow chunks all over the rest of my rug." Kat held on to my arm, just in case, as we made our way into the kitchen.
I considered coffee, but the thought brought threats from my stomach. Kat poured me a glass of orange juice and popped some bread in the toaster. It wasn't often that I got a hangover, but then again, I didn't normally drink a lot either.
She poured herself a steaming hot cup of coffee. "You better get it together. We have too much to do before the bachelorette party later," she said and pushed dry toast at me.
I groaned. "Shit, how could I forget about that?" I rubbed my temples. "Bring on the strippers," I deadpanned.
"Yeah, you look really prepared for that, Lexi."
I couldn't argue. "So let's hear it. What happened last night?"
I broke off small pieces of toast and popped them into my mouth. I was encouraged when I didn't immediately puke on the counter.
Kat eyed me cautiously.
"Come on, just tell me! Not knowing is so much worse than anything you could tell me."
She sighed and shook her head. "I don't know everything. You were with Sebastian out on the terrace for a while. I'm not sure what happened out there, but he didn't seem happy with you."
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know." She shrugged. "He looked angry when he stormed back in the room."
"Oh." I didn't know what else to say. There was a part of me that didn't want Sebastian to be mad at me, even if I could only just barely remember him.
"Hon, that's not everything." Kat gave me a