Could she not bear to see me in the morning out of sheer regret for what we’d done? I’d had a fair few plans for how I was going to wake her up—I’d been having some extra saucy dreams as inspiration—but she was gone, and I was left alone with a raging case of blue balls. I initially thought that maybe she’d just sneaked back to her room to hide what had happened from our parents, but after that, to add insult to injury, she completely blanked me. I was sitting in the kitchen later that same morning, sipping a cup of coffee, and she sleepily strolled in, looking sexy as hell in her pale pink nightie, and then she just walked right past me without saying a single fucking word. I wondered if she just needed some time to think about things, and like I’d decided earlier, I didn’t want to push her. But now a week had sped by, and she hadn’t said a word or even looked in my direction. So that was that then.
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