Bella POV
The morning after was awkward in ways I couldn't have predicted. I avoided Caleb at breakfast, couldn't meet his eyes, kept remembering what I'd done last night while thinking about him.
If he noticed my discomfort, he didn't mention it. He just made Tom pancakes and asked about my day like everything was normal.
Maybe for him it was. He didn't know what I'd done, didn't know I'd touched myself while moaning his name. Thank god for small mercies.
"Don't forget about the gala tonight," Caleb said as I gathered my laptop for the day's meetings.
I'd completely forgotten. The annual Children's Hospital charity gala, one of the biggest social events of the season. I'd purchased a table months ago as Hart Worldwide, back when I thought I'd be attending alone.
"I remember," I lied
