Chapter Twelve

WILLIAM'S POV

The look in her eyes said it all, I had hurt her, I shouldn't have apologized, to what was the best night of my life, I've had sex but with Naya it was different, she was different.

Now I've messed up, the way her lips quivered while she said she didn't remember what had happened and that she was drunk sent a pang through my chest, why did I have to fuck this up and why must it be now?

As she gets up to go to the bathroom, pulling the duvet to cover her body that's when I saw it, the bright red mark on the sheets, I felt it last night, the resistance when I first entered her, it may had occured to me but I was far too lost in her sweetness and didn't ask, Maybe I'd have prepared her, make it good so we she could enjoy it too, but she assured me it was a long time for her. She lied.

I was her first. The thought of being her first made me swell with pride, but then it must have hurt a lot and I wasn't too careful with her, I rubbed my hands on my eyes, trying to stop the