The Vegas Memory

POV: First-person.

I am back in Las Vegas, stumbling into the elevator. My head spins from the alcohol, and I am laughing hysterically at some stupid joke Vance just made. There are other people standing in the small space with us, but Vance does not care about them. His large hands are warm, mapping my bare spine. His fingers slowly trace upward, brushing explicitly against the side of my breast.