Kayla
Damien finally joined the circle on the dance floor. He was moving and laughing with my friends. We all held up bottles of vodka. We drank together, but we kept it classy. It was the most demure way to party.
By now, Damien’s tie was gone. His top button was open. He looked relaxed. He stepped behind me and pulled me against his chest. I felt his breath on my skin.
"It’s time to leave," he whispered against my collarbone.
He leaned in and kissed the spot where he whispered. I heard a loud "Aww!" from the crowd. I didn't even realize people were watching us. They saw a husband who couldn't keep his hands off his wife.
He grabbed my hand and whisked me away. We ran through a tunnel of cheering guests. We reached the car and jumped inside. The doors closed, and the noise of the par
