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An empty room.

Just me, him, and a mattress on the floor.

He shuts the door.

Flicks off the light...

I feel his large, warm hand on my back

Guiding me toward the bed.

His voice whispers sweet words

As downstairs, I hear the voices and laughter of my friends -

Still drinking and partying.

I feel his hot breath on my neck.

He plays with my shirt.

Fingers touch skin,

Sending jolts of apprehension

And confusion

Through me.

Can I do this?

His lips draw close to mine.

She broke up with me. I'm free to do what I want.

I turn my head away at the last moment.

I could never live with myself.

"I'm sorry," I whisper.

He pushes my hair from my face

And gently kisses my cheek.

Feels like the worst kind of betrayal.

I don't want to hurt her.

But I don't leave.

There is something comforting

In his strong arms around me.

Something reassuring

In being wanted badly enough that he stayed

And kept trying to seduce me.

I knew come morning,

This would be a regret.

But tonight,

It was what I needed.