Amanda POV
Amanda couldn’t sleep. Not after the way Laura had touched her, kissed her, ruined her.
She lay in her bed, the one she shared with her fiancé, pretending to be peaceful, while her body pulsed with memories of the night before. Her thighs ached. The sheets smell like him.
Crisp detergent. His cologne. A scent that once calmed her. Now it chokes her.
Her n*****s were still sore. Her mouth still tingled from Laura’s lips.
Amanda laid still, eyes wide open in the dark, the memory of Laura’s mouth imprinted on her skin like heat after flame. She breathed in, hoping it’ll fade. It didn't. Nothing could take this feeling away.
Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Laura.
The way her best friend had pushed her onto the bed and slid between her legs like she belonged there. An
