I ran and hid in the kitchen in the dark like a coward, gulping down water like my life depended on it. I wanted it. I wanted him to touch me. I wanted to touch him. But now I felt so ashamed. He was getting married to a woman that would be here in less than a week. I was going to have to look her in the face and plan her wedding knowing that her fiance had c*m down my throat.
“Molls, you in here?” he flicked the light on, exposing me and my shame.
“Yeah, I just - uh - I needed something to drink.”
He tilted his head to the side as he started slowly walking towards me. I fought the urge to tuck tail and run away again. He reached up and brushed a strand of hair out of my face with one hand while taking the glass of water from me with the other hand. After taking a sip, he sat it on the
