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After our passion, I lay there on her bed, staring up at the ceiling, the room was saturated with the echoes of our shared intimacy. The air was thick with a mix of emotions – desire, confusion, longing. It was a moment I never thought would happen, a collision of feelings that had been building for years.
But the serenity of the moment was shattered when Olivia suddenly slipped out of my grasp and her tears began to fall. The sound of her soft sobs cut through the silence, and my heart clenched with an agonizing mixture of guilt and concern.
"Liv, why are you crying?" I asked, my voice laced with worry as I turned to face her. The sight of her tears weighed heavily on me, a stark reminder of the consequences of our actions.
Olivia's eyes met mine, a storm of emotions swirling with
