't believe what I did. The reality of my actions hit me hard. Ace was Cher's brother, and I crossed a line I shouldn't h

shouldn't have on the night before Cher's important wedding ceremony, a moment that should hav

did. I needed to escape, to distance myself from the situation before it got

room. The guilt was suffocating, weighing heavily on my conscience

tried to pull away, his grip only tightened, drawing me closer to his body. His lips fou

t racing with both desire and anx

't care," he mumbled, his lips still dangerously c

. "We're not supposed to do this," I said, tryin

ith desire. He kissed me again, and a part o

Our clandestine encounter held the potential for grave consequences

olve wavered. I was torn between surrendering to

in, my voice tinged with vul

f regret flickered across his features. As much as he wanted to give in to his

of longing and frustration. "I just...

d in my heart, and I felt a

ed to b

love for you. I just w

the

make a difficult decision. Taking a deep breath, I gently pushed him away, puttin

steady with determination. "As much as

a mix of frustration a

again, this time aiming lower. To my surprise, in

ing into his voice. He looked at me with hunger in hi

f here before I let you suck my dic

My heart pounded in my chest as I quic

eating away at me, leaving a bad taste in my mouth. I had put a long-standing friend

room felt colder, and I couldn't find comfort in its familiar s

ecret from her. How could I act like nothing happened? How could I stan

ake things right by facing Cher with honesty and humility. It

e consequences of my actions and accept whatever came my way. I wanted to seek

ically and emotionally. I tried to wash away the traces of my encounter with Ace, but the

out how to face Cher without her noticing the marks. I needed to protect our friendship from further harm, so

er with Ace. I needed something that would cleverly hide what happened and prevent Cher from n

ned out how to position each garment to cover the marks and keep my secret safe. It was both a prac

asp. There, at the doorway stood Cher,