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"This is wrong."

"Fuck, this is terrible."

"Are you okay?"

"I can't believe I did this to you."

"Sage, please look at me."

Those were all the things I was hearing when I woke up, attached to his chest like a tattoo, finding extreme comfort in his abnormal amount of body heat.

"Do you feel okay?"

"I feel fine."

"I'm so sorry, Sage."
He husks, running his hand up my back.
"If I forced you into doing anything, I'm so fucking sorry. You've gotta believe me."

"I'm responsible, too."
I say, voice still scratchy from the good night rest I had.

"How?"
He sneers.
"I practically raped you."

"I gave you consent."
Putting my arms around his broad shoulders, I hold a tight grip on him, he clearly needed some affection.
"Don't say stuff like that, I'm just as responsible as you are, if not more."

He sighs, licking his bottom lip, eyes slowly shutting as he drops his head, very obviously disappointed in himself.

"You're a gentleman, that's more than Carl could ever say."
I assure.
"Carl doesn't have to know, okay?"

"Carl doesn't need to know."
He whispers.
"Carl is never going to know."

"I'm okay with that."

After cheering him up a little bit, we shared a warm shower and began to get ready for the day.

"Shane gonna be wondering where you're at?"

"Daddy doesn't typically keep tabs when things get slow like this."

"Him and Rick still biting each other's ears off?"

"Not really."
I shrug, voice muffled through the toothpaste and brush.
"They stay away from each other, I don't even know why."

"If I remember correctly, you said they were best friends at one point?"

"Basically brothers."

"Tough shit, man. That's tough shit."

"Yeah, it really is. It actually makes me really sad because I loved the time we got to spend with Carl and Rick."

"I'd be interested in going back in time to see what went down."

"I hope one day daddy will tell me."
I sigh.
"I feel like someone probably did something really bad."

"That's not your mess to clean up, love."

Rinsing my mouth, I turn around and look up at him, standing as high as I could on my tip-toes.
"I still wanna know what happened."

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