/Ariana’s POV/
After hearing Ethan came over, I started worrying some of my memories were false.
I recalled when I made him my drinking buddy to get my forgiveness; how embarrassing but that was the farthest my memory goes.
“Oh yeah, she was pretty wasted,” Davis scoffed as he walked away with Danny.
“Oh god,” I muttered, feeling strangely uncomfortable.
Who else knew what happened? And what about the erotic dream I had? Was it because Ethan was there but there was Stefen too?
God I’m so freaking confused. I just hope that dream wasn’t real.
My breath hitched as I recalled the hands that rested on my waist, the movement, the way the hand seemed to know my body so well, the way it carefully but seductively gripped my boobs, the way those masculine hands teased me like I was made ju
