Shit. That's Mia's first thought as she stares at Bryan who's asleep in bed next to her. Part of Mia knows that what they did last night was so wrong but the other part loved it so much that it wants to do it again with him. As always, the first part is a bit stronger and wins. Time for the shame and regret.
What has she done? Why did Bryan do this?
Hey, don't blame him. He was drunk too. Mia thinks and sighs. It's true, she can't blame him.
Why is she suddenly struggling to feel bad about her actions?
Well of course it's difficulty, I mean did you see the body that I saw? Mia thinks.
Sure, Bryan does workout but Miles worked out too.
I'm glad that's in the past tense because I haven't seen anyone named Miles around here the past fifteen years and you're not ready to even search for him anytime soon so what gives? Mia thinks. Oh, just shut up!
So now she's yelling at herself in her thoughts. What a great way to start the day.
