The Mafiaso And The AD 1024

It was a mistake

Amara's PoV

The day had been blissfully ordinary, a stark contrast to the intensity of last night.

Donte and I had spent the morning enjoying each other's company, but as we strolled around the mansion's grounds in the afternoon, I felt a shift in the atmosphere.

Donte had been quiet for a while, lost in thought, and I sensed he was ready to address what had happened between us.

We were walking along a shaded path, the leaves rustling gently in the breeze.

The sun cast dappled shadows on the ground, and everything felt peaceful.

It was in this calm setting that Donte stopped and turned to face me, his expression serious yet vulnerable.

"Amara," he said softly, his voice carrying a hint of hesitation.

I paused, glancing at him with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. "Yes?"

Donte took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on me. "About last night... I think we need to talk about it."

I felt my heart skip a beat. The easygoing morning had belied the weight of what was coming. "Okay. What do you want to talk about?"

Donte began to walk again, motioning for me to join him as he spoke. "I don't want to assume anything, and I want to be honest with you about how I feel. Last night was... intense. I'm still trying to figure out what it all means."

I swallowed hard, struggling with the turmoil inside me. "I know what you mean. It was a whirlwind of emotions."

Before he could continue, I blurted out, "Donte, I think... I think it was a mistake."

Donte stopped abruptly, his expression shifting from thoughtful to puzzled. "A mistake?"

I tried to steady my voice, even as it wavered slightly. "Yeah. I mean, it was a powerful moment, but maybe we rushed things. Maybe it wasn't as right as we thought it was."

Donte's brows furrowed in concern. "Amara, are you sure? Because... because I don't think it was a mistake. I felt something real between us."

I looked away, unable to meet his gaze. "I just think we should focus on other things right now. There's a lot going on, and it might be best if we just... let things go."

Donte took a step closer, his hand gently reaching out to touch mine. "Are you saying you don't want to talk about it, or...?"

I took a deep breath, feeling a pang of guilt. "I'm saying that maybe we should put it behind us and move forward without dwelling on it."

Donte's expression softened, but I could see the hurt in his eyes. "Alright. If that's what you need, I'll respect that."

There was a heavy silence between us. I knew I'd said something to protect myself, but as I looked at Donte, I realized how much this moment meant to him.

I felt a deep regret for the words I'd chosen, even as I hoped that moving on might ease the pressure of our complicated feelings.

As we continued walking in silence, the weight of my words hung between us.

I had hoped to clarify things, but I felt a deep sense of loss for the connection we had shared. And as the sun dipped lower in the sky, I wondered if the mistake wasn't the moment we shared but the words I had chosen to dismiss it.