Chapter 13

He got into the washroom and I moved to stand at the opposite side of the door.

I don't know why I waited while he was in there. I was so embarrassed I should have left the moment I showed him where the washroom was but yet, I waited in case he needed something. He was our guest.

Our special guest.

I should have remembered that back there when I was grinding on his fingers but no, I was too caught up in the moment. I don't know what's up with me.

It has something to do with my pregnancy. I know and I'm sure of it.

I hate feeling regret, so much and that's exactly what I feel right now.

The way he pulled away was as if he immediately realized what he was doing and regretted it. It makes me wonder if he feels just how I feel.

I raised myself from the wall and roamed around, thinking if I had actually messed up and if he would draw away from me after today. I don't know how I'll be able to handle this.

The pain and the burn I feel towards him. Was there a cure? A pill? . . . cause if I