The past that haunts

Warning ** Non-consensual Sexual Contact

Brandi

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Lynn pulls away, gasping for air. He looks at me, a pained look at his face before he turns back to the door. Why do you look like I betrayed you when you ran away? I want to ask, but before I can, he speaks.

"Uh, sorry, seems I'm interrupting." He turns to leave but pauses at the door. He looks back at me for a moment before exiting the room and closing the door. A strange feeling settles in my chest, an unfamiliar and uncomfortable one that I would imagine is guilt if I had to guess. But should I feel guilty when I have no obligation to him...