-Celeste-
I felt stupid. But I had no regrets.
I sat in front of the vanity desk, putting on the last coat of mascara as memories from last night replayed in my mind, his hands on me, the rough intensity, the way he had taken control. I was scared to admit that, even though I ached all over, a part of me had enjoyed it.
What next? Will this happen again? I wondered.
My thoughts were interrupted by a call from Denise. At first, I let it sit and ring, but by the third ring, I was forced to answer the phone.
“Good morning, Celeste.” She drawled with excitement. The next question hit me without warning, “How was your night?” It was so innocent, and yet, I forgot how to answer.
After a few seconds, she responded for me, and told me about hers. “David Hayes and I talked throughout the nig
