“Well, she’s really stripping?” Jason mocked. Sophia whispered into Ryan’s ear, “She’s bluffing. Just wait, she’ll beg in a moment.”
The zipper slid to my waist, and the silk dress fell around my legs, exposing the old scar there—the one I got when I crashed my bike rushing to buy him fever medicine back when he’d lost his memory.
Ryan’s gaze dropped to the scar, and the cigarette trembled slightly between his fingers.
I unbuttoned the top of my blouse. My collarbone, once kissed countless times by him, was revealed. His friends’ breathing grew heavier. I was down to my last piece of clothing when Ryan suddenly rushed forward, yanking a cashmere coat off the sofa and wrapping it tightly around me. His voice shook with anger. “Enough! Evelyn, stop it! You’re shaming me!”
“Shaming you?” I shoved him back, the coat slipping off one shoulder. “Back when you said you loved me, wasn’t that shameful too?”
His lips parted, but no words came.
Ryan had the mansion doors locked. Wrapped in his coat, I sat frozen in a corner.