-Megan-
The night had started out well, but after we went to the next bar with these guys, it took a strange turn. One of them suddenly wouldn’t stop touching me. It had come out of nowhere: his hand on my thigh. I tried signaling Kat, but she was busy flirting with his friend.
However, I was not about to do what she had suggested. I was not a cheater, even if this was hardly a marriage, and the friend wasn’t my type.
“Sorry,” I apologized and pushed his hand away. “Married.”
I held up my hand but instead of taking the hint, he took it and kissed it.
“And?” he inquired.
The audacity some people had, I thought, before putting on a false smile, and then pushing myself out of the booth.
“I have to pee.”
I stumbled away, finding it hard to keep my balance. The whole world was spinnin
