#Chapter Twenty-Five
They stayed silent the entire ride home. Images of Barry flashed through her mind as her conscience yelled at her. Barry was never hard to deal with. He always took care of her and made sure her life was easy and he was her confidant. Sure, there were times where she wanted to punch him, but which relationship didn't have its ups and downs? He was always there to listen to her every time there was something troubling her, and she was certain that he loved her. He had loved her since they were kids and not once did he ever make her doubt that he loved her as much as he did.
Gunner pulled into the curb leading up to her home. They sat there in silence and Kitty could only imagine what was going through his mind. Did he also regret what happened? Kitty wanted to say that she regretted it, but she knew that she would do it again if the time turned back.
"Kitty, we can't see each other anymore," Gunner said as his hands gripped onto the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white.
"What? Why?"
"Can't you see how wrong it was? What we did."
"It didn't feel wrong at all," she protested. "It felt right."
"Felt right to me too. But it wasn't right."
"But why?"
"I'm a school guidance counsellor, for Christ's sake, Kitty."
"Well, you're not officially seeing me, so."
"You are a student."
"I don't care about that. Circumstances are just that, circumstances."
"What do you think the school will say if I said that to them?"
"Don't tell the school. It'll be our secret."
"And you just bloody turned 18."
"Yes, and that makes what we did legal," she said.
"Fuck," he said as he leaned his forehead against the steering wheel.
"Don't you dare tell me you regret what happened."
He removed his head from the steering wheel. "You know what? Fuck no, I don't regret it. I've never had better sex."
"I want to do it again."
"No, Kitty," he said. "No, we can't."
"Why?" Kitty pressed, and she feared that she would never be able to fuck Gunner again.
"Because, Kitty," he said. "I have a fucking wife."