89. ANGEL

It was a slow kind of torture. My mates took turns leading me around the dance floor, and walking me through the stalls, buying everything I looked at for more than five seconds. They made a point of constantly touching me or kissing me. My body was strung tight, and I feared that if one of them kissed their mark again, I would be embarrassing all of us. It felt as if I was standing on the edge of a cliff and the slightest breeze could push me over. Even a game with some of the children didn’t calm me down. I was sweaty, my heart racing a mile a minute and my legs shaky, but the ache between my legs was still there. Wiping the sweat from my forehead, I bypassed my mates and slipped inside the castle. The moment the bathroom door closed behind me, I blew out a shaky breath and hurried over to the basin to splash my face with some cold water. It would be so easy to slip a hand under my dress and take care of myself, but then I would feel bad about it because I had told Lucas I wou