Olivia stood in front of the mirror in her hotel room, fixing the strap of her bridesmaid dress for the tenth time. The rehearsal dinner had just ended, and the whole wedding party was buzzing with excitement. Her best friend, Emma, was marrying Adrian tomorrow. Olivia had known Adrian for years — he was always the tall, quiet, confident guy with those dark eyes that seemed to see too much.
But tonight something felt different.
At dinner, Adrian kept looking at her across the table. Not quick glances. Long, slow looks that made heat pool between her legs. When they took group photos, his hand brushed the small of her back a little too long. Olivia’s n*****s tightened under her dress just from that touch.
Now it was past midnight. Emma had gone to bed early in the honeymoon suite, tipsy
