Honestly, I never planned on helping Liza. If we were under different circumstances, as in if she wasn't totally obliterated, hovering on the edge of crying and quoting Eat, Pray, love. I would definitely help her. But now, she was just an excuse, a reason for me to leave Tom without having to tell him the truth.
I had been stupid, wrong. I wanted him - who didn't? He was incredibly good looking. Gorgeous really. I was sure given the opportunity, half the people at this party would give in to him. He sucked me into him, I lost myself in his presence, in his eyes. And I wanted it.
But I didn't want it like this. Pushed frantically up to a wall, in the middle of an open hallway. His want pressed against me long and hard, all on display. I wasn't a hussy, a girl he would laugh about tomorro
