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----------------------------------------Marco's POV
The sound of the alarm woke me up from my sleep.
I pulled myself up together only to find out I was naked under the sheets.And every bit of memory flashed back on my mind.
Every detail of what happened last night all came back.
It was clear even though I was drunk, I could still remember what we did.
We did it...
A red stain in our bed had caught my attention.
She was a virgin when I took her.Dammit.
I can't help but to rub my face with both of my palms.
I was her first and I hate to admit it but I could feel something in my heart that is tugging me, wanting me to feel happy about it.
She's pure and last night she had proven it to me.
I kept my lips pressed in a thin line suppressing myself to smile.
This had gotten way too over board already. I've touched her in which I'm not supposed to do so.
I want to strangle myself from what I did.
I was drunk but that would never be an excuse for my actions last night.
I was drunk but I know that I still have control over my senses but I let my desire took over my being and I didn't even did a single thing to stop myself.
What's done is done.
I couldn't change anything that had happened from last night.I searched in my heart trying to see if I had any regrets of what had happened last night but surprisingly...
No.not even the slightest feeling of regret had built up inside of me.
I don't know why.
But still, we shouldn't have done it, I'm betraying Sofia.
She's the one I love and what I and Sydelle did was definitely unacceptable for her.
It shouldn't happened in the first place.
I quickly pulled myself out from the bed when my tummy started to growl.
On my way to the dining area I heard a soft hum coming from the kitchen.
Out of curiosity I went to the kitchen and my eyes grew wide upon what I'm seeing right now.
Shit just got real with you now Marco.
In the kitchen I'm seeing right now a full view of my wife swaying her hips smoothly and to be honest this isn't doing any good for me.
She's wearing only my clothes and surprisingly she looks good on it and it fit her perfectly well.
And who knows what's under that clothes of mine.
I stared at her intently and my thoughts were crowded of so much passion and heat, the same intensity we had shared last night.
Something's starting to get hard as rock down there...
Fck No!
Once is enough.
I won't allow myself to be eaten by the eagerness to have her once again. Moaning and calling out my name while...
STOP MARCO! JUST STOP!
Ugh! This lady had done so much effect on me.
I called her out to stop her from what she's doing.
She's a freaking walking temptress damn!"What are you doing?"
I saw her face turned red.
Maybe she realized I was actually looking at her the whole time?
Or maybe it's about last night?I tried to keep a straight face while looking at her.
No.
I don't want her to hope for something that's never gonna happened.
I could clearly see the fear that's written all over her eyes.
I know she's scared.
She's scared that I might tell her that what happened last night was a mistake.
But I'm going to lie to myself if I'm going to tell her that.
Because honestly speaking what happened last night was wonderful.
I don't know how to explain this but my heart was telling me that it was right and nothing was wrong with it.
But my mind wants to counter what my heart was telling me.
I'm still seeing the fear in her eyes and I felt sorry because I couldn't do anything to erase it away from her.
I'm sorry...
I was still watching her as she continued to sway her hips and I know she feels happy right now.
But friendship is all that I could offer to you Sydelle. That's all that I could ever give to you.
Maybe it's time for us to go back to the city.
Yeah right.
We have to go back before I would lose myself again and be swallowed by the want to have her again.
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