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Chapter Two - The Turning Point

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This chapter is set one year before the events of His Sunshine.

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Anna's POV

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I awake to a slight soreness between my legs and wince, opening my eyes. I blink a few times, looking around to get my bearings. I'm in Tyler's bedroom. Why is my head pounding?

When I look down at myself and find that I'm naked, it is then that all the memories come flooding back. The party last night. Drinking. Having sex with Tyler.

I look to my left, expecting to see my boyfriend asleep next to me. But instead, I find the bed empty. I frown slightly to myself. Maybe he's downstairs cooking us breakfast.

I smile at that. Yes. That's what he's doing.

I slowly slide out of bed, wincing once again at the soreness between my legs. Tyler hadn't exactly been gentle last night. I mean, maybe I'm just being sensitive, but it does really hurt.

And honestly... it didn't even feel that good. He was quick to take all my clothes off when we got to his room. From there, he was about to go straight into me, but I made him stop and put a condom on first. He protested, saying it wouldn't feel as good with one on. But I refused to have sex without one. Once he had it on, he went straight inside me, not slowly at all. It hurt and I bled a little, but I knew that would probably happen.

What I didn't expect to happen was for him to finish after less than a minute then pull out, dispose of the condom and fall straight asleep.

He didn't even try to make me feel good. No foreplay. Not even any kissing. It was all about making him feel good. I didn't even get turned on, really, let alone finish.

But maybe that is just because we were both pretty drunk. Maybe it's because it was my first time. Maybe I'm not experienced enough. Maybe I should try harder next time.

I stumble around his room for a second, trying to find my dress from last night. I can't find my bra, but I manage to find my underwear. I slide them on, as disgusting as it feels and pull the small, tight black dress on as well. It's strapless and stops quite high on my thigh. I felt quite uncomfortable wearing it last night, but when Tyler and I went shopping for a dress for his party together, it's the one he liked the most.

I find the flats I'd been wearing discarded by the door and pick them up as well. I hadn't worn heels because Tyler doesn't like it when I wear heels. I'm pretty tall at 5'9" and he is only 5'11", so he doesn't like it when I wear heels and look taller than him.

After leaving his bedroom, I make my way downstairs, hoping to find him in the kitchen. I frown when I can't smell any breakfast cooking or coffee brewing. I can't hear anything either. Maybe he has only just gone downstairs and he hasn't started cooking yet.

Walking into the kitchen, I expect to find him leaning against the counter, perhaps having a glass of water. Or maybe he's leaning over a recipe book, trying to figure out what to cook. Maybe he's shirtless, only in his boxers. Or he might have gotten changed.

Turns out, it is none of the above, as when I walk into the kitchen, he is nowhere to be found.

I frown to myself, walking through the dining room and the living room to try and find him. He isn't in either of those rooms either. I look around the rest of the bottom floor of the house, trying to find him, but he is in none of the rooms. The house is still a mess from last night with beer cans and solo cups scattered everywhere.