Arella

NORMALLY, after our amazing sex, I fell asleep right away with a smile on my face, but last night I stayed up repeating the scene in my head that Skip witnessed, and I spent a lot of time thinking. Thankfully, he didn’t even ask what happened. I knew it, the guilt would eventually kill me.

Last night wasn’t a dream.

Brett opened the door of his old room and let me enter, then closed it behind him. I rubbed my hands together to ease the trembling of my fingers. The way he approached me, I knew something was off.

My neck chilled.

“Is everything okay, Brett?” I spoke.

“You...