** David's POV **
I opened my eyes. My head was throbbing. Just how much did I have to drink? And when did I make it to my bed? Shit! Where's Abigail? I looked to my left and my right she wasn't there. Wait a minute. What is Erick doing sleeping on the chair in my room? Just what happened last night?
I threw the covers back. Were my clothes still on? Yes, ok, good. The sound the blankets made startled Erick, and he began to rub his eyes and sit up. "Um, I don't mean to be rude, but what the hell happened last night, and why are you here and not Abigail?"
"You don't remember anything?" He looked at me, puzzled.
