Drunk (Slightly erotic)

“What have I done!” I tugged on my hair.

God. I'm the worst scum on Earth.

How can I kiss a man who wasn't my husband? And not only that, but I enjoyed every moment of it.

“God, Jewel. You are a slut!” I tugged on my hair as tears freely flowed down my face. Star tried to know what was wrong with me, but I didn't let her in on it. Instead, I ran through the parlour and came up to my room.

A bath and insistent scrubbing on my lips didn't make me forget the feel of Day's warm mouth on mine.

“Jewel, what have you done?” I felt like ripping my hair out.

It was like—

A knock on my door, caused me to look up. I hastily wiped the tears from my face and hastened to the door.

“I'm okay, Star. You don't need to —”

The words froze when I saw who it was that stood in front of my door.

“Miguel?” I blinked at the sight of my husband.

He was only putting on a dress shirt and red slacks, with his tie probably discarded.

“Jewel.” He whispered my name, with half dilated eyed.

“You are drunk.”

I