REGRETS

HAZEL

I wake up feeling the worst I have felt in months. It isn't a sickness in my stomach making me need to throw up. It's the type of feeling where you know what you have done is wrong and you just want to punish yourself in any way possible. My body still tingles as I roll over, feeling the warmth of the body next to my own.

The heavy breathing next to my ear warms my neck, and the grip Ramon has around my waist is like that of a cobra's. I try my best to keep my heavy eyes open, but exhaustion is beating me right now. I shut my eyes and tell myself just five more minutes.

I lie there in my thoughts, wondering why I have just let him in so easily. Maybe he would have changed his mind and taken me back? No. Ramon doesn't get influenced by that. He wouldn't. Maybe it's the fact that I desperately wanted him in ways that I shouldn't have, and I cannot blame it on my heat either. I wanted it even before I went into heat. Does that make me an awful person?

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