Annabel still couldn't believe that she had made love to him last night. She still couldn't believe that she had let her emotions get the best of her.
What had she done?.
She was starting to hate herself.
Why did she have to attach herself to him again? Why didn't he stop her when she had said those words?.
She covered her face with the White covered pillow as she groaned.
What had she been thinking?.
That they would make love and never talk again or that she would hate him after that. She was sure that she had reopened the healed wound in her. It would only take a matter of days to make her yearn for him again or not.
It had only been a dream after all right?. It was all her imagination, all in her head. It never really happened.
