Macy’s skin flamed as a blush spread across her whole body. She knew that at this moment she resembled a tomato. Her breathing was shallow, and she was going to give herself a headache trying to remember what happened between them. Enjoyed themselves how? She felt heat across her cheeks, but it could be partially due to the wine. She was starting to panic a little, she needed to know.
“Okay, please tell me we did not sleep together last night.” Macy’s outburst was followed by the most awkward silence she had ever experienced.
She looked at Zach. He seemed somewhere between stunned and insulted. She hadn’t meant to insult him, and she was as stunned as he was that she was able to speak like that. Macy never raised her voice. And she never said anything so bold.
