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BRANDON KNEW THAT HE and Kimberly were good and done.
They had to be, he couldn't keep doing this to her.
He could not keep cheating on her like this, his morals just wouldn't allow it.
He stared at himself in the mirror of the bathroom of the hotel room, blinking at his guilty reflection constantly.
Brandon could hear Sunday moving in the room through the open door, the duvet on the bed rustling letting him know that she was finally capable enough to stand without her legs shaking.
Brandon splashed some water on his face then patted dry with a white hand towel from the hotel.
He continued to pat his drenched face as he walked back into the bedroom section of the hotel room, "Hey, I was thinking for when we tell them about u-."
Brandon stopped speaking abruptly when he saw that the woman in the room wasn't Sunday but Kimberly instead.
"Tell them about what, babe?" Kimberly asked as she stripped free of her dress and heels to her bra and panties and then began to braid her long blonde hair to the side.
"Uh, nothing. I just realized that it doesn't matter." Brandon turned to look at the door and saw that it was slightly ajar.
Sunday must've left while he had escaped himself to the bathroom after sex and he was unsure how to feel about it.
One thing was for sure: he wasn't gonna spill the beans until she agreed that it was the right decision as well.
"Okay," Kimberly shrugged, "You're done in the bathroom right?"
Brandon nodded absently as he placed the hand towel on the dark dresser next to the tv and Kimberly passed him on the way to the bathroom.
Brandon sat on the edge of the bed and glanced behind him, already starting to reminisce on what had occurred not thirty minutes ago as the sound of the shower became his soundtrack.
"Whoa," Brandon had said, pulling away, "Are you sure about this? I don't wanna push you."
"Always the gentleman." Sunday nodded, pulling him down to her level once more and hooking both arms around his neck.
"But..." Brandon tried to say but Sunday kept her grip around him, kissing him once more.
"I'm tired of being away from you." She had said.
"I still love you." He had slid his hands underneath the straps of her dress and before he knew it, the two were on the bed and had begun to strip each other bare....
"Brandon! Brandon, can you pass me my lotion and deodorant?" Kimberly called from the cracked open bathroom door.
Brandon blinked, trying to bring his mind back to reality before he fumbled his words, "Sure."
Kimberly put out one hand, grabbed the items and then closed the door.
Brandon looked towards the bed once more then back at the bathroom door before going to the room phone on the desk by the window to dial the front desk.
"Hey, I was wondering if I can have some new sheets?" Brandon asked, his eyes still on the bed spread he knew had to be ruined.
"Of course! It'll be right up."The concierge said in a cheery tone despite the time of night.
Brandon hung up and began to pray that the sheets would be here before Kimberly got out of the shower.
Allowing her to sleep on the sheets that he just had sex with Sunday would still be adding salt to the wound, even if Kimberly didn't know that there was an injury.
Just as Kimberly came out of the steamy bathroom in a towel, Brandon had just received the sheets.
She raised an eyebrow at them, silent and prompting Brandon to make up an excuse, "The sheets kinda stunk and I didn't want to wait until later this morning to change them."
Kimberly blinked as she watched Brandon begin to take off the old sheets then shrug, "Okay."
Brandon got into bed, once he was finished changing the sheets, his back to where Kimberly was standing and pulling a long pajama shirt over her head.
The next morning, the group were all down at the breakfast that the hotel offered, trying to eat as much as they could before they drove back to D.C.
Brandon was trying not to make it obvious that he was moving where Sunday was standing alone at the waffle bar across the room from the two tables the group had claimed.
Brandon tucked his bottom lip in, nervous at what her reaction was going to be now that they were in public, "Morning."
"Morning." Sunday didn't look at him and her plate was as empty as his.
"How are you feeling?" Brandon asked quietly.
Sunday looked behind them to where her friends and Kimberly were conversing then jerked her head towards the lobby.
Brandon glanced up at the group and then followed her to the far corner of the lobby where no one they knew could see them.
"I um," She rubbed her bare forearm, "I don't regret what happened. At least not this time. I meant what I said."
Brandon could only grin down at her and was about to lean down and kiss her when she put a hand on his chest, "But we both need to cut our significant others loose. I already feel wrong about this."
"Did you think that I wasn't going to?" Brandon asked.
"I don't know..." Sunday admitted, "I just wanted to be clear because other wise..."
She didn't need to finish her sentence for Brandon to know what she thinking.
Brandon nodded at her words, "I wouldn't put you through that."
Sunday blinked a couple of times, her eyelashes fluttering as well and then sighed, "I'm going to hell for this."
Brandon surveyed the lobby to see if any of her friends had followed them and then leaned down to press his lips against hers for about twenty seconds before pulling away.
