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As Anakin woke up the next morning, a pounding headache greeted him, serving as a harsh reminder of his actions the previous night. Regret washed over him in waves as he remembered how he had acted towards Isadora, allowing his desires to override his better judgment.
Guilt weighed heavily on his heart as he acknowledged the truth: it wasn't Isadora who had initiated their encounter; it was him. The alcohol had stripped away his inhibitions, revealing a side of himself he didn't recognize – a side that he was now deeply ashamed of.
He couldn't believe the audacity he had displayed, pressuring Isadora in such a way, especially considering their complicated history. The thought of her discomfort and confusion made his stomach churn with guilt.
Anakin knew he had to distance himself from Isadora now, more than ever. He couldn't risk repeating his mistake or causing her any further distress. Their relationship had already been strained by his erratic behavior, and he couldn't afford to push her away any further.
As he lay in bed, grappling with his emotions, Anakin resolved to bury his feelings for Isadora deep within himself. He couldn't let his attraction to her cloud his judgment or jeopardize their roles as Jedi and Padawan.
Anakin reluctantly pulled on his clothes, his mind clouded with embarrassment and confusion. The events of the previous night weighed heavily on him, haunting him with vivid flashbacks of his actions towards Isadora.
As he buttoned up his shirt, his thoughts drifted back to the moment when he had dared to touch Isadora inappropriately. The memory made his cheeks burn with shame, and he couldn't shake the feeling of remorse that gnawed at his conscience.
He couldn't understand where the audacity had come from – the recklessness that had driven him to act so impulsively. It was as if a different person had taken control of him, someone he didn't recognize or understand.
Anakin's heart sank as he contemplated facing Isadora in training today. How could he look her in the eye after what he had done? How could he expect her to trust him when he had betrayed her trust so callously?
Anakin's gaze flickered involuntarily as Isadora entered the training room, clad in tiny black shorts that seemed to accentuate every curve of her body. He couldn't help but feel a surge of frustration and confusion – was she deliberately trying to provoke him?
Suppressing his inner turmoil, Anakin forced himself to act as if nothing had happened the night before. He maintained a neutral expression, refusing to give any indication of the turmoil raging within him. After all, he couldn't let his personal feelings interfere with their training – not when they were both Jedi, bound by duty and discipline.
But despite his outward composure, Anakin's mind churned with conflicting emotions. He couldn't shake the memory of their encounter – the heat of her skin against his, the sound of her ragged breaths, the taste of her lips. It was as if the events of the previous night had carved a permanent mark on his soul, one that he couldn't erase no matter how hard he tried.
