Mia ran.
Not gracefully. She stumbled down the path, tears blurring the festival lights, heart hammering so hard she thought it might explode. Her legs felt weak from the alcohol and the intensity of what just happened. She could still feel Alex’s hands on her hips, the way he groaned her name, the way her body had moved against him until they both came.
She stopped near a cluster of trees, bent over, and dry-heaved.
“What the f**k did I just do?” she whispered, voice breaking.
The guilt hit like a truck. She had a boyfriend — or at least someone she still loved — back home fighting for them, and she had just dry-humped another guy until they both orgasmed. Fully clothed or not, it felt like betrayal.
Her phone buzzed in her pocket. It was Riley.
Riley: Where are you?? Alex said you
