Betties gaze was eclipsed by Lances presence. Her heart pounded in her chest, a wild symphony of anticipation. What was he up to? Was he
Lances lips, slow and deliberate, traced a path across Betties cheek, inch by tantalizing inch.
Then, with a tenderness that stole her breath, his lips found hers, melding together in an intimate embrace.
Betties thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind.
After a few Lingering moments, Lance walked to the drivers seat and started the car.
Yet, Betties mind remained a whirlwind, unable to find its bearings.
She could only feign sleep, her thoughts in disarray.
In that moment, Bettie yearned for the blissful oblivion of intoxication. She remained nestled in the backseat as they journeyed homeward.
A yawn escaped Betties lips. She felt it was time to rouse herself from this haze.
As Bettie contemplated turning over and opening her eyes, the words of her friends in the chamber echoed in her mind.
Ill bet theyll end up sleeping together tonight!
Men are all the same. If Betties drunk and lying there in front of him, I dont believe hell
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behave!
Bettie had a little mishap with the wine earlier. Dont forget to change her clothes when you come back home.
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Their remarks played like a broken record in Betties thoughts. What would Lance do? Would he heed her friends predictions, or would he surprise her?
Curiosity gnawed at Bettie, but a nagging doubt lingered. Would it be fair to expect anything more?
Just as Bettie wavered in uncertainty, the gentle hum of the car signaled their arrival in the underground garage.
Lance swung open the back door and effortlessly lifted Bettie into his arms.
Moments later, Bettie found herself settled on their bed at home, the sound of Lances footsteps fading into the distance.
Bettie was baffled. Did he leave? Could he really be such a gentleman?
Bettie cracked open one eye, scanning the room. Was he really gone?
A sigh escaped her lips, mingling happiness with a twinge of disappointment.
Suddenly, a faint rustling emanated from the cloakroom.
Bettie strained her ears, recognizing the sound. Was it Lance rummaging for clothes? Was he seriously thinking about changing her clothes?
While she mulled over this revelation, his footsteps drew nearer.