SIXTEEN | DINNER PARTY PT. 2
Taylor
We arrived at the restaurant and were quickly ushered to a private room in the back.
I had gotten a text message from Morgan that she would be about fifteen minutes late since she had to go home to change, then go back to the bakery for the cake. I let Alaia know, who passed it on to the maître d'.
We sat around the table, and the wait staff quickly brought out bottles of wine and champagne. I stuck to water since I didn’t want a repeat of the anniversary party, and I didn’t know if I could even drink right now. The room had fallen into a round of comfortable conversation when once again, Matt’s hand snuck its way up the inside of my thigh.
Looking at his face, you wouldn’t have a clue what his hands were doing under the table, but my face was a
