Chapter 26: I Know You
Lizzie
By the time I stepped out of the party, the realization hit me. I didn’t have Reese’s number. And worse—much worse—I barely knew where the hell I was.
I stopped on the sidewalk outside the house, the distant thump of music and drunken laughter leaking through the walls behind me, and let out a long, tired breath.
“s**t,” I muttered under it.
How had I forgotten that?
It seemed so stupid now. So obvious. The kind of thing normal people did automatically—exchange numbers, make sure they could reach each other later.
Yet somehow, in the chaos of the whole day, in the swirl of Lauren and Reese and that whole circus inside the house, it had slipped completely through my mind.
My brain replayed the last time I’d seen him. The way he’d looked at me. The th
