Claire
Claire took her phone out of her pocket and checked it. It was a text from Laura: "Free tonight?"
Claire felt a jolt of energy surge through her. She had expected Laura to contact her earlier. She'd needed Laura to contact her earlier. For the past few days, every time her phone vibrated since that night at the club, she checked it, hoping it was best friend. Sometimes she'd feel a phantom vibration, swearing that she'd just got a message, but she would check her phone and the screen would be blank.
Claire didn't entirely remember their night at the club. She woke up hungover and miserable in her bed. She was alone, but her panties and skirt were soaked. She clearly had some type of good time, but the details were fuzzy. Laura said she didn't feel good and took Claire home, but that didn't explain the obvious indicators of lust. And of course, there was the bite mark. Not playful or seductive, but hard enough to draw blood.
