He couldn’t believe he was finally kissing her again. That familiar taste, the familiar touch, it all came crashing back to him. This was wrong, he knew it, but it didn’t stop him from wanting more. But he couldn’t – it wasn’t supposed to be. As much as he didn’t want to, he pulled himself away from her.

That look on her face, he told himself he would never forget. If he hadn’t interpreted it wrongly, it would be one of hurt. In his mind, he whispered that he was sorry, that it wasn’t supposed to be like this. He wondered if for a moment, she could read his mind. But she couldn’t. All he could do was walk away, the same way she did when she left him three years ago.

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