"Now, please talk to me. Please." Jerol pleads as we pull away from the long unintended embrace.

I take my time to scorch away the tears. Not like there are any, because he has taken the liberty to do that for me. I just feel awful and sheepish. Like this isn't what I wanted this morning to be like. You get it?

I wanted it to be a happy one just like I had promised him last night. That what happened won't affect our relationship in any way. That there will never be any regrets, and there aren't any, with all sincerity. Why I am feeling the way I am...