*Grace*
The bachelorette party seemed to stretch on forever, and I couldn't bring myself to enjoy it anymore. Not after the way David had touched me in the bathroom, leaving me breathless and wanting more.
I knew it was wrong. I should not be doing that or wanting more, but I did. It was all I could think about. The memory of his fingers inside me, so close to pushing me over the edge, lingered vividly in my mind.
"Sarah, I think I'm going to head to bed," I told her through the music blasting on the speakers. "I've got a bit of a headache."
I felt guilty for lying to her. But it was the only way I could think of to get out of there without making her mad at me for leaving her party early.
"Of course, Grace. Get some rest." She patted my shoulder absentmindedly. She was already drunk,
