GRACE
Nestled into my sheets, naked underneath, I stared at the ceiling and waited for the feeling of regret to rush in.
A minute passed, five minutes, nothing came. I felt no different.
Well, that is if you ignore the tingling in my body.
For some strange reason, I wanted to feel like I was being a betrayer, but then, I wasn’t.
So, no such feeling could make its way into my conscience.
Instead, I instantly felt nervous. I had just allowed my gorgeous employer to do things to me. Things that I enjoyed, no doubt.
In fact, it seemed like it was all about me last night and I was taken to places I would have never thought I would reach sexually just with the little that happened.
But what will happen now? Will anything more happen? If something more happens, what will it mean? That we
