Relieved that the reception had been a success and it was all over, she snuggled her cheek on a warm muscular chest. Nestled in mounds of crisp cotton sheets and lacy pillows, she sighed with pleasure. The strong arm wrapped around her shoulders, holding her close felt so warm and safe. Wait a minute. Puzzled, she peeked through her lashes and froze when she saw her hand was draped possessively over very male, very naked, hips. Oh my god. She squeezed her eyes closed, and slowly opened them again. Not quite wanting to, but needing to know, she looked up at the man. "Oh my God!” She whispered hoarsely. "I'm in bed with John." Oh my god, what did I do? A confusion of anger, fear, and giddy delight filled her. How could this happen? I went to the wedding, Vicky and Jack were so happy. The reception was awesome, even though that bastard, Tony, showed up with his puttanna, Maryanne. Panic overwhelmed her as she remembered making love with John, not just once, but several times throughout the night.
