Chapter 48

• When I’m finally spent, I pull my hand out and clean up, noticing how painfully silent it seems now. It only now occurs to me that he may have been having sex in there. He might have had some gorgeous woman waiting for him. Maybe he was fucking her, and they could both hear me fucking myself like some lone pervy girl who couldn’t get laid.
• God, that’s embarrassing.
• I push the thought from my mind, comforting myself with the knowledge that I’ll never have to see him again. I only have to leave my room for the wedding tomorrow, and I’ll just pull some cloak-and-dagger shit when I’m leaving the hotel to spare myself the humiliation of seeing crazy-gorgeous Justin after he heard me fucking myself.