Foursome Walk of Shame - Episode 6

She found his thigh beneath the table and pressed her fingers into the muscle there, claiming it as she told the table what the spirits had shown her. One person in the group would remain untouched, apart, cut loose before the night stretched any longer. Her voice stayed low and even while her hand climbed higher, and the rest of the table laughed, their glasses catching the candlelight. The cards had already told her how the night would twist; she felt it in the heat between his legs and in the slow, sticky drag of her own breath. The moment tasted like sweat and smoke. She pulled her fingers away only when the punchline hit.