Chapter 80: Only The Bride May Enter
Lizzie
Goosebumps still prickled across my arms and down my spine, refusing to settle even minutes after the lights had come back on.
I kept replaying the moment in my head, calling it “Reese’s ghost” because how else was I supposed to explain it? One second he was right behind me—his hard body pressed flush against mine, his thick fingers buried deep inside me, stretching and stroking while his other hand squeezed my breast and his mouth devoured mine. The next second, the lights flared on and he was gone. Vanished. Like smoke dissolving into the crowd.
Had I really let a complete stranger finger me on the dance floor, mistaking him for my fiancé in the darkness?
Or worse—had I been so worked up from the alcohol and the atmosphere that I’d ima
