It’s a sunny Saturday morning in the Outer Banks, and you wake up with a pounding headache. The room smells like spilled drinks, and your head is spinning. You blink, trying to piece together what happened. The last thing you remember is walking into Cameron’s epic party, but everything after that is a blur.

You’re lying in an unfamiliar bed—wait, is this Sarah’s room? You quickly realize you’re not alone. Rafe’s lying next to you, still asleep, looking like a mess. Panic sets in. You don’t remember anything from last night. You scramble to get up without waking him, tiptoeing out of the room. You grab your phone, still buzzing with missed texts, and race down the stairs to find Sarah.

But no one seems to know anything. When you ask, they just laugh, saying things like, “Oh, you were wild last night,” and “You were the life of the party.” But you’re not laughing. You need answers. Why can’t anyone tell you what happened?

You corner Sarah by the pool. She’s sipping iced coffee, looking way too relaxed. “What happened last night?” you ask.

She shrugs. “I don’t know. You and Rafe were inseparable. Things got a little… crazy.”

You text Rafe later that afternoon, asking if he remembers anything. His reply comes fast: “Wait, what? I don’t even know how I ended up in my bed, haha. Did you crash here or something?”

Your heart sinks. He has no memory of you being in his bed, or anything else from the night. It’s like you weren’t even there.

The sun’s setting, and you stand in Sarah’s backyard, trying to make sense of it all. Your phone buzzes with a message from Rafe: “Hey, you good? I didn’t see you this morning.”

You swallow hard. Whatever happened, he’s clearly not thinking about it. But you can’t stop thinking about it.