Sarah
Why am I doing this?
I think that, as I allow Vanessa and Mark to lead us to their room at the resort,
This is ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. I need to put a stop to this before it gets too far.
But it's as if I lost all my willpower as I watch Mark open the door and motion me in with a sly grin. "Don't look so nervous, Sarah. This is going to be fun, I promise," he says.
I never noticed this before, but something about Mark is off-putting. Or maybe I am just imagining it because I don't really want to do this.
I step into the room, my heart pounding so hard I can feel it in my throat. The room is dimly lit, the bed large and inviting, and I can't help but think of all the things that could happen here. Things I never thought I would do.
Behind me, I hear the door click shut. Matthew brushes past me, his shoulder bumping mine roughly. He doesn't look at me as he moves further into the room.
