7. Guilt

Larissa Maynard

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I woke up the next morning with a slight headache, but when I pulled the covers away from my naked body and saw the fingerprints on my hips, I knew last night had been real.

“Fuck,” I muttered, realizing what this meant. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I chanted. My wedding was six months away and I had just slept with another man. It didn’t matter that he was my ex. It didn’t matter that we didn’t get closure yet. I was engaged to someone else and I was meant to be faithful. Fuck!

I stood up, wincing at the slight soreness between my legs. That damned man hadn’t cared to hold back. He knew I was engaged. He came to congratulate me on my engagement. He knew exactly what the fuck he was doing.

Exhaling, I decided not to blame my poor decisions on him. He wasn’t the one who cheated on his partner. Sure he knew I was taken before he decided to barge into my house and kiss me like his whole life depended on it, but Caspian had never been one to care about the rules anyway, especia