was last night a mistake?
a mistake. had last night really been a mistake? yes, alcohol had been the driving force in bringing them together, the main catalyst that had caused them to fall into bed together... except it hadn't been, not really. because he'd be lying if he said that he hadn't thought of her in that way before, that the thought of sleeping with her hadn't ever crossed his mind. but he's simply a man, one who has urges that sometimes push common sense out of the way.
but can he really be blamed when it had seemed that her urges had matched his? or was she the one who considered it a mistake? was she now regretting blurring the lines between a professional and a personal relationship? ‘ do you think it was? a mistake? ’ he asks her, fingers tentatively pushing through soft hair that had last night been slick and shining with the sweat of their exertions. he finds that he's not exactly sure what he wants her answer to be, whether he wants her to tell him that she's keen for this to happen again or wants her to dismiss him entirely. and examining his own wants too closely has always been a bad idea, one that has landed him in hot water before.
and it no doubt will again. // @theirmadness