Charlie steps back, and I can’t help it: I panic. He saw the lust I didn’t even try to hide, and it was too much, and now he’s freaking out. He thought maybe this would be easy and fun, but I took it too far. And now he’ll be warm but distant. He’ll make an excuse to leave early. And I’ll be in this beautiful dress at a perfect party, kicking myself for not managing to keep myself under control.
Damn. Why is she me??
