Thirty-Seven

ZORA'S POV

Just as I tried to remember all that had happened last night, it felt as though a floodgate opened. The memories of my misbehavior flashed before my eyes with startling clarity. I wished now that I had remained ignorant of what I had done.

Ignorance was bliss in this instance. I recalled how I had stupidly had a lot to drink, ignoring the advice of Cheryl and Katherine, how I had kissed Elliot even though he had told me not to, how he had fought for the restraint that I was supposed to have in the first place, and how he had finally given in and kissed me back with such passion that had taken my breath away.

If he had not pulled away when he did, I shuddered to think about what I would have done. For Pete's sake! I had already been undressing the man. The thought that all of this took place at a Gala, attended by hundreds of people, any of whom could have walked in at the critical moment, was enough to make me flush with embarrassment.

I groaned and put my hands over