Ariel brushed out her wet hair and got dressed wearing a simple skirt and top that she had packed. She stared at herself in the mirror and was debating with herself how she was going to handle this situation. It was one that she had never encountered before. She couldn't believe what she had done with Malachi, what had she been thinking? That was Natasha's fiancé.
Well she'd definitely been drunk. She hoped that Malachi didn't think that she… Her thoughts derailed for a moment. Didn't hope he thought she what? She didn't make that a normal habit, or that she would do it again? The thought of doing something like that again made her flush, and also made her feel stupid. Mainly because she could picture it with ease, oh what was wrong with her? She enjoyed what they did, she really liked Malachi. She was pretty sure she felt more than that, but her brain shut down on it. There was a strong knock on her door and she looked over toward it.
