Back then continues…
Matthew
The moment Amanda walks out, the world tilts beneath me. My chest tightens, a cold sweat breaking along my spine. I grip the edges of my desk, staring blankly at the papers in front of me, but the words blur together.
I don't even remember that night. I don't remember touching Sarah. I don't remember wanting her.
I finally lift my head, my gaze snapping to Sarah. She's still standing there, her cheek red from Amanda's slap.
My stomach twists. "Did it really happen?" My voice is hoarse, barely above a whisper.
Sarah's lips part slightly, like she hadn't expected me to question her. "What?"
"Did we really have sex?" I push back my chair, rising to my feet. My hands are shaking. "I don't remember that night, but something about this doesn't feel right."
Sarah folds her arms over her chest, her expression shifting. "Are you saying I made this up?"
