The reception was still in full swing when we slipped away again.

The music, the laughter, the clinking of glasses — all of it felt distant, like it belonged to another world. My sister was dancing with her new husband, glowing and oblivious, while I followed Torin through the garden path toward the honeymoon villa at the far end of the resort. My legs were still shaky from the earlier encounter, my pussy tender and leaking his come with every step. The thin fabric of my bridesmaid dress clung to my skin, damp with sweat and the evidence of what we’d done.

We didn’t speak until the door of the...