The warm light on my face wakes me up. At first, I’m confused as to how I ended up in my room, but then the heavy hand around my waist brings back memories of what happened.
I start to internally panic so much that I’m afraid I’ll wake Ethan up. I didn’t want him up now. Not when I was having a nervous breakdown. Not while my head was a mess. As slowly as I can, I get up and leave the bed.
He turns and murmurs something in his sleep, but he doesn’t wake up. I heave a sigh of relief even as I put some clothes on and pick up my phone from the dresser.
I Tip toe to the door and wince a little when I open it and it creeks. I look back, my heart in my mouth. I’m immediately thankful when I see Ethan still in bed.
The sheets were down to his waist, exposing his very well-defined abs, and an arm was thrown over his face. Swallowing loudly, I leave the room.
I walk down my stairs feeling like I was doing the walk of shame, even though I was in my own house. The soreness between my legs, a testament to how Ethan took his job of remedying my pain seriously.
The moment I get to the kitchen, I let loose. All the panic and anxiety I tried stifling in my room rushes through me like an avalanche.
“Call down; people have sex all the time,” I try telling myself, but instead of calming down, it only increases the pace of my wildly beating heart.
I start pacing the tiled floors. Still unable to believe that I had sex with another man. I always thought that the only man who would ever touch me or see me naked is Rowan. Here we are though, not only did I let Ethan kiss me, but I also allowed him into my bed.
Tired of pacing, I sit on the kitchen stool. My feet tapping nervously on the floor. What am I supposed to do now? How am I supposed to act? I didn’t know what the protocol after these type of things happened is.
Am I supposed to make him breakfast? Would he even want breakfast? Is it something that will happen again or is it a one nightstand?
I place a hand on my beating heart. I felt like my chest was going to explode. I’ve never done something like this before. Even if I hadn’t been in love with Rowan, I always believed that I would only give myself to a man who I have feelings for. I did feel something for Ethan but they were currently not strong.


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