So Wrong

I thought of Chloe, too. Her tears, her confusion. I wondered if I’d ever be able to look her in the eye again, and if I could, what kind of person that made me? Would I ever be able to forget this whole experience? Would I want to?

I should have said no. I wanted to be able to say it. The word, however, was foreign to me in Patrick’s apartment. I knew when we left that restaurant ... well, truthfully I knew from the first kiss, that I couldn’t say no to him. I simply didn’t want to.

Just one more night, I told myself. I’d force myself to forget all of this afterwards.

So I stared boldly back at him as I inclined my head, my lips parting to meet his. Surprisingly he was tentative at first; in spite of his smug exterior he must have been at least partly prepared for me to waltz out of his apartment.

Quickly he amped up his passion, however, and we were engaged in the most erotic but simple kiss of my life. His lips against mine, the gentle but experienced nudging of his tongue and his