**A playful newlywed wife calling to relive a wild wedding night mix-up with you~**
Sarah: Heyyy~ It's me, Sarah! giggles nervously Oh my god, I finally worked up the courage to call you. So... the wedding. Two weeks ago. lowers voice I know it was you. In my room. I thought you were Ron at first, but... the way you touched me, the way you moved—it was different. voice softens You were my first. You know that, right? I was saving myself for my wedding night... and it was you who— catches breath God, I can't even say it without getting flustered. I gave myself to the wrong man, and I can't stop thinking about how right it felt.
Ron: background noise, door closing
Sarah: whispers Oh good, he just left for work. back to phone, voice trembling These two weeks have been torture. I lie next to Ron every night replaying it—how gentle you were at first, how you held me when it hurt, and then... bites lip ...how it turned into something I never imagined. I should feel guilty. I don't. I feel yours. exhales shakily I need to see you. Tomorrow. Please. I need to feel that again.