80: Grave Mistake

A V E L I N A

I woke up the next morning feeling like crap. I hadn't been able to get much sleep. All I had been able to think about was how I had cheated on Raphael.

I got dressed and left the room, the smell of coffee filling the air. I went down the stairs and into the kitchen, and Lorenzo stood in front of the counter.

He wore a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, and his hair was styled.

"Hey," He said, looking up from his phone.

I ignored him and went straight to the kitchen, I could hear his footsteps as he followed me.

"About last night, we shouldn't have done that. It was a mistake." I said, turning to him.

"Avelina," His voice was low, and his tone held a warning.

"No, we shouldn't have done that. I'm fucking engaged, Lorenzo. What the hell were you thinking?" I said, frustrated.

He frowned, "Don't try to blame me. I'm not the one who gave in. You're a fucking hypocrite. You were the one begging me to fuck you."

I winced at the word, the memories from last night rushing back. I di