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Speaking of Ted, I can swear I caught glimpses of him while going about Luna’s and my business.

It's obvious he's avoiding me, and I don't care.

I want to say yesterday was a mistake, but I know it wasn't. Not on my end.

It was deliberate, and I wanted every bit of it, and right now I regret nothing.

If he has any trouble with it, that's his problem and not mine.

After all, men will always be men.

As much as I love Luna's warmth on my body, I need to drop her back. I'm already feeling my arm go numb.

Gently, I place her back in her cot, making sure she lies well, before placing a quick kiss on her forehead.

“Winnie?” His voice and the way he called my name make me to jerk up in shock, almost hitting my head.

“Please can we talk?” Ted asks as I turn to face him.

CHAPTER 5

Ted

I pace around my room, the weight of guilt pressing in on me like an old friend.

I should never have agreed to it. I thought while running my fingers through my short hair. I can't even face her.

“Shit. What have I done?” I murmur to myself. My voice cracks in frustration. It's all my fault. Why did I think it was a good idea to let myself give in?

And now I can't stop thinking about last night...I can still feel her lips against mine.

I shiver involuntarily. The memory is so vivid. The warmth of her breath against mine, the smell and taste of her...

I still have not gotten over the last night I spent with her, and now this. This is just pure torture.

I can't stop reminiscing about the fact she took total control, without a warning. I had been caught off guard, and I could only helplessly give in as the pleasure she gave me consumed me whole. It's almost enough to make me wish it never came to an end.

I just took advantage of my best friend’s little sister, and I'm here reminiscing. I'm really fucked up.

I groan in frustration.

Austin will kill me.

She was in a vulnerable state. I shook my head, remembering how my heart sunk, seeing her cry. All I wanted to do was comfort her and make her feel better.

Not take advantage of her!

I keep pacing around, sulking in frustration when my phone shrills out, making me jump.

What the hell?

“Where the hell are you son?” My father’s voice reverberates from the other side of the line. Pissing me out more.

“I'm not coming to work today. I don't feel so good.” I reply.

“What do you mean? You seemed as healthy as a horse when I saw you this morning. And you do not even sound unwell.” My father says.

“Well, a few hours can change a lot.” I curtly respond.

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