Liam sat on the edge of his bed, his phone clutched tightly in his hand, while a torrent of emotions churned within him. Regret weighed heavily on his conscience.
"Look, what we did wasn't right, Vienna, and I feel bad about it," Liam finally mustered the words, his voice tinged with guilt. "I am sorry it happened in the first place. I should have kept my s**t in place."
He had been thinking about the event of the previous night and he realised he had messed up.
Vienna, on the other end of the call, feigned sadness, her voice carrying a tone of contrition. "It's fine, Liam. I understand. We were both carried away," she replied, her words laced with a false sense of regret. "It's all my fault, Liam. I should have knocked before coming in. I should not have barged in on you just like tha
