Chapter 77 The Night Before My Wedding (3)

The bed creaked softly as I sank onto it, tucking my legs under me. Hailey was still sprawled out like a starfish, her tank top barely hanging on, while Richard lounged beside her, his unbuttoned shirt giving off this careless vibe that made the room feel smaller. The lavender air clung to my skin, mixing with the faint buzz of whiskey still warming my veins. I leaned back on my hands, trying to match their easy energy, but my chest was tight, my thoughts all knotted up with Dave. “I miss him,” I said, the words slipping out before I could stop them. My voice was quieter than I meant, almost lost in Hailey’s fading chatter. I glanced down at my hands, twisting the edge of my slip. “Like, I really miss Dave. The way he… I don’t know, his touch. It’s stupid, he’s only been gone a couple hours, but I’m climbing the walls here.”