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eyes?” she asked, genuinely curious.
    “They sparkle when you are happy, and they weren’t sparkling tonight, Cassie,” Andrew said, putting down the same shot glass that she had used after taking a drink of the hard liquor.
    Cassidy sighed angrily, frustrated that she still cared about what he thought. “Why do you care, Andy? This has nothing to do with you.”
    “Why do I care?” he asked, sounding irritated. “I care, Cassie, and it has everything to do with me.”
    What is he getting at? Cassidy swallowed hard, hoping Andrew couldn’t hear the loud gulp.
    “You can’t marry this man. You don’t love him, and you want to how I know that? It’s not just your eyes, Cassie, it’s your heart. It belongs to me, just like mine belongs—”
    “Stop this, you don’t know anything,” she forced out as tears welled in her eyes. She turned, but Andrew grabbed her arm. “Let go of me.”
    “I love you, Cassie. I always have and always will. My heart belongs to you and you alone,” he said, brushing a tear gently from her cheek.
    “You can’t do that,” she cried. “You can’t say something like that and think I’ll fall for it again!”
    “I’m not pretending, Cassie. I know you think I slept with Ashley last year, but it’s not true.”
    “How do you know that? You don’t even remember! You don’t remember anything from that night!” she said, trying to pull away.
    Andrew grabbed her with both hands by the shoulders. “I do. I do remember…I remember everything.”
    Cassidy wanted to speak, but no words came from her mouth. She could only stare up at Andrew. She wanted so badly to believe him, but she was afraid to risk her heart again.
    “My mind played some tricks on me and it took me time to piece it together, but I remember everything I told you now. You asked me why you were the only one I would let take me upstairs, and I told you the truth. I wasn’t lying. I wanted to be close to you because I have loved you since the first time I laid eyes on you. I remember everything I said. Everything you said. Everything that happened that night. I love you, Cassidy Alyssa Ames. I’m pretty sure that you love me too.”
    Tears were falling down her cheeks, and all she could do was nod her head. He remembered everything. He remembered, and that was all that mattered to her. He hadn’t used her and he hadn’t betrayed her, he loved her and only her.
    Andrew looked down at her, his heart in his eyes, and she nodded slightly. He wasted no time, but crushed his lips to hers. He wrapped his arms around her and held her closely as he deepened the kiss. Cassidy moaned as she wrapped her hands around his neck, loving the taste of him, missing the way he kissed her, the way he touched her, the way he pleasured her.
    “I love you, Cassie,” he whispered when he pulled back.
    “I love you too, Andy.” She smiled at the words and again their lips met passionately.
    Cassidy grabbed the front of his shirt and began to pull him to the couch. Andrew smiled against her lips and followed her. She pushed him down to the couch and straddled his lap, never breaking the kiss.
    “God, I’ve missed you,” she whispered as she trailed kisses down his jaw to his neck. She looked up at him suddenly.
    “What’s wrong?” he asked.
    “You are never drinking vodka again,” she said.
    He laughed. “Baby, I’m never getting drunk again,” he said and captured her lips with his.
    Cassidy pulled away again. “Does Rach know? You know about…”
    “She knows everything. She helped me at our party actually,” he said, trying to kiss her again.
    She held her hand up to his mouth. “What do you mean, she helped you at your party?”
    “She helped me figure out what happened. Well, she told me not to get drunk and see what you said.”
    “Wait, you weren’t drunk that night?”
    He smiled sheepishly. “No.”
    “You little trickster. Like I said before, you are never drinking heavily at that party