Although Samantha Tate was singing, her heart was pounding nonstop.
Camille Rhodes, like a languid cat, leaned on Carson Flores, whispering intimately in his ear, with a familiarity that made Samantha slightly embarrassed, yet enviously longing.
Camille could be so open and affectionate with Carson partly because of her easygoing nature, but mostly because they had broken through a certain barrier in their relationship.
For men and women, whether they've slept together can make a world of difference.
While envying them, Samantha couldn't help but wonder if she and Carson could take their relationship further.
Harboring such delicate and complex emotions, Samantha got drunk.
Camille gave Samantha's cheek a pinch, eliciting a silly mumble from her, though it was unclear what she was muttering.
"How did you get drunk so quickly? Seems like you have something on your mind."
Camille smiled mischievously, hung onto Carson's neck, and leaned in closer.
