ManyWriters

I woke up in a stranger's bed after drowning my sorrows at a bar, having discovered my boyfriend's infidelity. To my shock, I found myself entangled with Andrew Wallace, my boyfriend's closest friend. Our bodies were intimately close, my fair-skinned leg draped over his midsection. "Andrew? What's going on? Why am I here?" I asked in confusion. "Oh no, please tell me we didn't... do anything last night?" Andrew chuckled darkly, grasping my chin. "I should be the one asking that. Do you recall what you did to me, Bennett?" The day before was supposed to be a romantic surprise

One Night's Mistake

Before Andrew could complete his thought, I burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably. While Jasper wasn't the only awful person in existence, his betrayal had wounded me the most profoundly.


At the morning meal, I eagerly consumed the pasta Andrew had prepared, devouring it as if I'd been famished for days. Having emptied my stomach the previous night and skipped food all morning, I was ravenous.


"Easy there. No one's going to snatch it away," Andrew said with a smile, adding more pasta to my dish.


The delicate pasta pockets were soft and tasty, surpassing any I'd ever created myself.


After eating, I decided to show my appreciation by cleaning up. As I carried the dishes to the kitchen, I noticed Andrew casually standing in the doorway, hands in his pockets, silently observing me.


"Well," he inquired calmly, "what's your next move?"


I paused. "Andrew, could you possibly..."


I stopped short. "I have to leave tomorrow. I..."


Chapter 7