Melissa's point of view

"Honey, please take me back to the suite. I'm exhausted." she said.

I exhaled and so did Mark. I almost thought she caught us. Thankfully, she was drunk.

She looped her arm through his as he guided her steps carefully.

Back at the suite, she passed out early again, snoring lightly in their bed.

Mark turned to face me and I smiled awkwardly at him.

"I will be going now," my voice was embarrassingly small.

"Join me for a drink, ...