Chapter 49

There are two distinct types of post-sex morning. One that makes us red in the face, where we pick up our shoes, calmly put on our clothes, and take the glorious walk of shame. All this in the hope that you never see the person again.

And there's the rainbow and the morning sun. Where you cuddle with your partner. Every little whisper makes you smile, and the sun's rays aren't that annoying. Your heart is in ecstasy when you know you are in love, and you feel that nothing will ever replace that feeling.

I've been staring at the ceiling of Pierre's vast bedroom for about an hour now. I couldn't sleep no matter how hard I tried and then we were bathed in the soft glow of the lights outside. I sighed as I remembered my words, the faux pas. A part of me was glad Pierre was asleep when I said those words. The three fatal words.

I had to tell Adrian. I wanted to know what he thought, and what I should do. Adrian was the best person at handling cases like this. A small moan es