Coleen wrapped her arms tightly around the sequined bodice of her ball gown, even though it would do nothing to make her less visible to anyone who happened to be peering out their dorm window at seven AM.
Her head throbbing, her feet dragging like she were plodding through quicksand, she made her way across the campus green, intent on returning to the anonymity of her own room, without meeting up with anyone face to face.
How could she have let this happen- she had never slept with a guy she had only known for a few hours and always thought so little of girls she knew, who did.
There was no doubt she had done it, as she was awakened with her beautiful gown strung about her throat like a necklace, by a guy she only recognized as the one who offered her a drink from his flask, telling her it was fun, but she’d have to leave as his roommate would be home any minute…
What the hell was in that flask?