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Did he regret it?

Did he regret me?

Had I ruined his first time?

The heavy feeling settled in my stomach and my brain went hazy.

It didn’t matter if I hadn’t fucked things up.

If by some miracle Zane didn’t hate me.

He would now.

Maybe it was best this way.

Maybe it’d be better if I just weren’t here.

Then everyone could live their lives without me fucking everything up.

Zzzz. Zzzz. Zzzz.

Fumbling blindly, I turned off my snooze alarm and sat up, groaning as my entire body protested.

Time to get my ass up and go be a productive member of society.

How the hell was I supposed to face Zane?

Maybe I should call in sick.

But then I’d have to find a replacement and I didn’t know anyone who could take my place.

Fuck.

Okay.

I just had to get up, get my ass to the site, and make it through the day.

I didn’t want to see Zane.

Didn’t want to see the disappointment in his eyes.

Have him ignore me after getting a taste of what could be.

But it never would.

Okay. Time to get up.

One. Two. Three.

Pushing through apathy and numbness, I dragged myself up and swung my legs over the side of the bed.

At least it was early enough Becca and the kids would still be asleep.

Okay. I could do this.

Get up. Get dressed. Then off to work.

I could do this.

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