13. A Decent Woman
Michelle
I hurried back to the table, carefully avoiding another encounter with Blake. Even though I pretended to be firm, his words kept echoing inside me, like a persistent drip that eventually carves out a deep well.
"Shall we go?" I asked Dylan, pretending to be fine, although his appearance revealed that he knew something had happened when I left.
"Yes, let's go. Guys, you've been warned. I don't want any absences or delays tomorrow," he said authoritatively. I smiled at his words, grabbed my bag, and at my signal, we began to descend the stairs to leave.
The cool night air made the alcohol hit me faster. Dylan glanced at me sideways, guessing what was happening to me.
"You know what? I can't let you drive like that. I'll give you a ride home," he asserted dec
