Description
Fiza woke up smiling. Last night had been everything she had dreamt it would be. She had lost her virginity to her best friend. Now her boyfriend, hopefully? She had to talk to him. She walked up to the bathroom and found him shaving. She smiled at his reflection. He looked adorable with foam clinging on to his dimpled chin. "What?" He sneered at her. Her heart was beating fast. What was wrong? Did he not want this? Did he not want her? "I... I just wanted to talk to you about last night." She said in a voice that didn't seem to belong to her. He turned around and looked her full in the face. "There is nothing to talk about. You wanted to be fucked and I fucked you. Don't make it out to be bigger than it is." She stood there staring at him for a few minutes. She felt like the air had gone out of her lungs. He didn't mean that. He couldn't mean that. He had told her that he had loved her. He had even said "forever". He continued shaving and refused to look at her. She wanted to shake him, she wanted to hold him, to kiss him. She wanted to tell him that she knew he didn't mean that. But did she really know that? Had everything he had said he felt for her, ended when he finally got her? Had this been a long and convoluted game to get her to sleep with him? A pathetic sound between a sob and a scream escaped her lips. She turned around and ran. She didn't care that she had nothing on but his shirt. She was sore from last night and it hurt to move. But she had to get away from here. She had to get away from him. "This is what you get for breaking the rules" said a nasty voice in her head. "This is what you deserve."
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