Darren
I sat in front of Lourdes, my head in my hands, berating myself for the reckless choices I'd made. How could I have let things get so out of control? I tried to piece together the events of the previous night, but everything was hazy. I couldn't recall the details, and that was what terrified me the most.
Why the hell didn't I control myself? I silently scolded myself.
I had a loving and caring girlfriend, Marghie, who meant the world to me. The mere thought of betraying her trust made me cringe. I wanted to believe that nothing had happened between Lourdes and me, but the doubts crept in. The sight of us both waking up naked this morning was a painful reminder that I couldn't ignore.
As I contemplated the potential consequences, my mind spiraled into a web of fear and anxiety.
