Uncomfortable

Demi

Waking up, everything floods through me. Hate began to build at how reckless and stupid I was. I overreacted far more than I ever have before.

For a change, I feel disappointed in myself. Groaning, I pull the cover over my head and try to hide away. Maybe later, I will come back to reality, but right now, I'm not ready to face it.

I feel his fingers run down my spine.

"Morning Doll," he whispers, pulling the blanket from covering my head before kissing my neck.

His forgiveness makes me feel worse. I don't deserve it. I feel him grip me and roll me over before he climbs onto me and peers into my eyes.

"I was hoping you would be back to your usual self when you woke," his head tilts slightly before he kisses me, and I push him away.

"You should hate me," I reply, knowing that he should. "You shouldn't want to share a bed with me, let alone touch me after I slept with a random guy." He's too fucking good for me.

"Doll, if you were in any stable state hours ago when I came to your pa