Coming down from his high, Alasdair began registering what just happened. The repercussions of what he had just done came back rushing into his head while he tried to maintain a straight face but Alasdair knew he was failing. Staring down at the mess on his bed and chest, Alasdair sighed. He had really done it and he couldn't help but feel disappointed in himself for losing his self control.

He ran his fingers through his hair, still sighing loudly.

"What is wrong with me?" Alasdair asked himself loudly. Distress could be seen all over his face as he continued to think deeper about what he had just done.

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