Royally Falling

~ 29 ~

"And baby, I don't keep my promises
I just shoot and run
You know it from the start
I'll only break your heart
I'll break your heart"
Shoot and Run - Maude Latour

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I wake up, surrounded by warmth.

I stretch my legs and hit something hard.

Turning around, I realize I'm naked and next to a sleeping Kaden.

The events of last night come flooding back.

What does this mean for us? Is our break over already? Was it a mistake?

Just thinking about it gives me a headache.

I knew there was a reason I don't trust drunk Kate.

He shifts in his sleep.

I immediately freeze, not wanting to wake him.

His arm gets thrown over my torso.

Don't wake up. Don't wake up. Don't wake up.

I hear his breathing even out. He's still asleep. Thank fucking god.

Still cuddled up to his side, I try and figure out what my next move is. Do I stay here and pretend to sleep, so I can see his reaction? Should I get the fuck out of here?

I can see my clothes from last night strewn on the floor. Maybe I could wiggle out of his grasp and disappear. It'll save the discomfort.

He might not even remember what happened when he wakes up.

On the other hand, if he remembers what happened last night, leaving will just make everything one thousand times worse.

I decide to get up and get dressed before he wakes up. I'd rather not be naked when the inevitable awkwardness sets in.

I slowly slip out of his grasp and swing my leg off the bed. I tiptoe across the room, gathering my clothes and slipping them on.

Kaden stirs again. This time, he opens his eyes.

"Hey," I squeak.

He rubs his eyes before shooting up with an alarmed look on his face.

"Oh shit."

"My thoughts exactly." I nervously laugh.

"Last night was-" I start.

"A mistake, it was a huge fucking mistake," he mutters before I can finish my sentence.

I was going to say that it was good.

I'll just pretend that didn't sting.

"Yeah, it was a mistake," I quickly say, trying to keep the dejection out of my hoarse voice.

I thought us sleeping together was a step in the right direction for our relationship.

I thought maybe, just maybe, he forgave me and decided to get back together.

"Listen, Katherine," he says as he stands up and puts boxers and sweatpants on.

He's back to calling me 'Katherine.' Not a good sign.

"I don't mean to hurt your feelings, but last night should not have happened. I still need space. Sleeping together kinda defeats the whole purpose."

"So it's my fault this happened?"

"No, of course not," he rushes out.

"We're both equally to blame. It takes two to tango. Maybe we should just stay away from each other for a few days and then perhaps we can be friends again. Seeing your face isn't helping my conflicted feelings."