Wren
"Wren..." she began softly. "Axel and I were drunk that night."
There it was. The excuse. The explanation.
My jaw tightened.
Poppy continued anyway.
"He was there. I was there. Things escalated. One thing led to another and before I knew it, Axel and I..."
She stopped herself.
Thank God she stopped herself. I didn't need details. I didn't want details.
The fact that the image already existed in my head was bad enough.
I leaned forward slightly. "Okay."
Poppy blinked.
"I believe you."
Relief immediately appeared on her face.
"People make drunk mistakes." I nodded thoughtfully. "It happens."
Her shoulders visibly relaxed.
"Afterward, though..." I tilted my head. "You must have felt horrible."
The smile never left my face. "Guilty."
A pause. "Disgusted with yourself."
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