Though he was trying to be nonchalant and she had given up the bottle willingly, that didn't stop her eyes from following it as he moved it away from her. Instinctively she wanted to grab for it and reverse the decision she had just made, but somewhere in that head of hers Sally know it was a bad idea. Though the idea of wrestling with Jamie... she shook her head. Now was not the time for that. Really she wasn't sure there would be a time. Especially after this whole Mike thing. Not only was she certain her future husband would hate her, but she also feared the man next to her would think less of her. More so than she had already convinced herself. Or maybe even be disgusted with her behavior. Something.
Sighing at all the loud thoughts in her head, she wimpered slightly. If she could have drank the rest of it the thoughts would stop...
"I had a moment of primal weakness with probably the worst person it could have happened with." Leaning forward, Sally pulled her knees to her chest and pressed her face into them, trying to physically hold herself together. "After all... how would you feel knowing your future wife slept with your closest friend?" She laughed out loud at that, but it was more of a half crazy half crying laugh. Hopefully Jamie had enough sense to leave. After all, you couldn't always fix what was broken. And she certainly felt broken, if not on the verge of an anxiety attack.