to the morning light spilling into the room, the white curtains brushing the ground undone, allowing golden rays to pour in and illuminate the sp

to the floor. A sharp, excruciating pain seared through the space between my legs. I coul

t n

st time. How could something I intended t

as he angry? Regretful? I was oddly relieved he hadn't seen me fall. I'd have been mortified, lying there naked and helple

pain between my legs was unbearable-worse than any period cramp I had ever felt. I had heard the first time hu

d worn. I spotted it folded neatly on a sofa near the wall.

d. It would be bad manners to leave a guest bed in dis

drop. A stain

folded the sheets carefully and set them aside, deciding to shower. Before stepping into the bathroom,

Then I took the sheets and looked for a bag to carry them in. I found one in a drawer-not

jeans and a top laid out on the bed. They looked new. Maybe they were for me?

like he was deep in thought, something heavy weighing him down. He must've se

made some breakfast. Don't

ed to eat and vanish. I ate quickly, thankful he wasn't watching me. I was already late for work, and

he kitchen. That's when he spoke again. His voice

t... You didn't

feeling, and it just lande

t. But his expression hardened. He stood and w

is voice rose. "Why did you do that? Do you even realize what you've d

t him speak t

But it sounded weak. Pathetic, even. I wasn

g? Seducing someone and having sex with them? What do you get from that? Is that how you 'thank' eve

relen

but I regret saving you last night. I wish I hadn't brought you here. Should've just let you go home. M

t cry. Plea

my head. But my tears didn't

ch do y

y hands and shattered on the floor.

I asked, barely able to form

.' Isn't that what people

e thought I w

I'd scream if I st

our offer. But I don't need it. I'm sorry for what I did. I'm sorry I came into your l

bag with the s