Part 7 – Tim’s POV

That next week was the worst of my life. You wouldn’t look at me, would hardly speak to me, and wouldn’t even be in the same room as me unless Richard was there too. It was absolute hell. And in my mind I knew that I had no one to blame but myself.

I should never have kissed you. Well I’m not sorry I did. It was just so God damn confusing. I still loved you, more than ever, that will never change. As much as I thought that I could never ever regret having sex with you, that morning after I did. Because that morning when I woke up naked and alone, my only memory was seeing that look of concern etched upon your perfect face.

I couldn’t remember anything else, and that is what upset me the most. We’d slept together for the first time and my only fucking memory of the incident was seeing you afterwards looking like you’d seen a ghost. I spent the rest of that morning in the bathroom on my hands and knees throwing up, with tears streaming down my face.

No matter what happens in the future, or what has happened in the past, I will never forget that look you had on your face, and I will never forgive myself for making you feel that way. I was just so worried that I had ruined any chance we had of being together. I knew I had to talk to you, to explain, if only you would let me.

part 8