Lourdes
I woke up that morning feeling a sense of satisfaction and triumph, but I couldn't let Darren see it. I knew I had to maintain the act to keep up the illusion of what had transpired between us last night.
As I dressed in my uniform, I couldn't help but steal a glance at Darren. He looked so tense and anxious, probably still trying to piece together the events of the previous night. I couldn't help but grin secretly, knowing that my little charade had worked.
Walking over to him, I tried to maintain a composed demeanor, though my heart was racing with excitement. "Darren," I said, my voice soft and caring, "about last night, I hope you're not feeling too uncomfortable."
He looked at me, his face a mix of confusion and embarrassment. "Lourdes, I... I don't remember much. But it's
