"By the way, did you finally regain your memories from those two days we slept together in the same bed… and urm—naked?"
I gawked at Rosario. She didn't just say that. Hell no.
Then I opened my mouth but words, actual, useful words—flat-out refused to form.
All that came out was a dignified, sophisticated, Beta-worthy:
"HUH?"
Rosario smiled like a cat who just shoved an expensive vase off the counter. "You heard me."
I staggered a step back, pointing at her like she was on fire. "WHAT—NO. No, no, no, no. We did not—! That—THAT NEVER…!"
"You sure about that, Beta?" she teased, fluttering her eyelashes. "We were unconscious. For two whole days. No clothes. No memory. We could've done anything."
I nearly exploded.
My brain immediately vomited out an image: me and Rosario, tangled in sheets, Luis in the corner watching like some paralyzed tragedy audience.
I gagged so hard I nearly threw up my dignity.
"ROSARIO!" I barked.
