Abby
I wake up in the soft morning light, nestled in the warmth of Karl’s strong arms. It’s a comforting feeling, one that makes me want to nuzzle closer to him, seeking his closeness. But as the haze of sleep begins to lift, reality comes crashing down on me like a wave.
I still remember what we did last night. I can still feel the sensation of his body moving on top of me, my nails digging into his back, our lips locked in an endless battle. God, I haven’t felt like that in years. I forgot how good we were together, how our chemistry was so innate and natural.
And yet, in the light of the morning, it feels like I moved too fast, like I made a mistake.
What have I done?
I quickly untangle myself from Karl’s arms and scramble out of bed, my heart pounding in my chest. Panic sets in as I try to justify the actions of last night, but there are no justifications. It just sort of happened, as though instinct took over.
My wolf is still present in the back of my mind, pleased with what she urged me to do.
Karl stirs and blinks sleepily at me. “Abby, what’s wrong?” he asks, his voice husky and gravelly with sleep in that way that always made me crumble when we were together.
I swallow hard, trying to find the right words. “We shouldn’t have... last night, I mean,” I stammer, my cheeks burning with embarrassment.
Karl props himself up on one elbow, his eyes searching my body. I suddenly come to the realization that I’m still wearing nothing but a pair of underwear and no bra, and I quickly run over to my dresser and pull out an oversized t-shirt to cover myself.
When I turn back to face him, he’s still sitting there, looking more puzzled than ever.
Karl seems to watch me, leaning against the bedroom door frame with his arms folded across his chest, still in his underwear. I pick up my robe off of the floor and put it on. My face turns an even deeper shade of red as I turn to face him.
“We shouldn’t have done that,” I say, stepping toward him. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to get dressed and—”
As I try to scurry past, he suddenly steps in my way. He towers over me as he stands in the doorway, looking down at me. It’s all I can do not to look at his nude body. “Abby, you don’t need to pretend,” he says, his tone a bit mischievous. “I know you liked it last night. Those sounds you made…”
“It was still a mistake,” I say with a shake of my head as I back away. “We shouldn’t have done it. It—It was impulsive, and—”
“Abby.” His voice is low and gravelly. He steps toward me with authority, backing me up against the wall.
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Please more updates! I hope Abby gets her happy ending with Karl. I SEE how his chanced and he knows that Abby needs to be her own person too....