The consequence of every mistake

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I let myself into the hotel room silently. Jake looked like he was alreadyasleep under the duvet and I made my way carefully around the bed to the bathroom. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. The colour of her lips now tintedmine and I wiped it away disgustedly.

What was I thinking? I didn't initiate the kiss but I certainly didn't stop it.

My head was spinning as I wiped away the rest of my makeup and changed into my pyjamas.

It was just a drunken kiss. It didn't mean anything - to either of us. I didn't start it.

I slid under the duvet with Jake and he pulled me into him upon hearing meshuffling. He hugged me tightly and despite my previous efforts to convince myself of my own innocence I had never felt more guilty.

"I'm proud of you" he whispered and I felt sick to my stomach.

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