Clarissa
For the rest of dinner, I kept my head down. The redness from my cheeks never went away. Saint just sat there and continued conversations as if he hadn't just fingered me in front of the entire ball. The classiest, scariest, and most well-known people just saw one of the most private, intense moments of my life.
"Dance with me," Saint whispered in my ear. I pulled my brows together as I watched him stand up and button the bottom of his suit jacket.
He didn't wait for my response before grabbing my hand and pulling me up.
"Excuse us, my dear friends." Saint grinned.
He guided me to the dance floor. As we walked I could just feel the judgmental stare of the people around me. There was one set of eyes in particular that stuck to me like glue, Cecilia's. I could just feel her
