Clyde's hands gently helped me cover up, his touch sending shivers down my spine.
But as his fingers brushed against mine, something sparked within me.
My drugged mind couldn't resist the desire that flooded my senses.
I lunged at Clyde, lips crashing into his with a fierce intensity.
Our kiss deepened, passion igniting like wildfire.
Clyde's initial surprise turned to hunger, his arms wrapping around me, pulling me closer.
The room spun, colors blurring together in a kaleidoscope of desire.
But our lips remained locked, the world around us melting away.
His hands roamed my body, tracing curves and contours.
Mine explored his chest, fingers tangling in his hair.
We stumbled backward, falling onto the bed.
The night became a blur of sensation and pleasure.
Our bodies entwined, lost in the fervor of the moment.
As I sat in bed, trying to piece together the events of the previous night, the bathroom door swung open.
Clyde emerged, naked and confident.
Water droplets glistened on his chiseled physique.
Our eyes met.
He smirked.
"Do you like what you see?" he asked.
My cheeks flushed.
I quickly looked away.
But it was too late.
Clyde chuckled.
He strode towards me.
"Don't be shy," he whispered.
He gently pulled down the covers.
His eyes roamed my body.
I tried to cover up.
But Clyde was too quick.
He pinned me down.
His lips traced my neck.
"Relax," he whispered.
His mouth moved lower.
Sucking and teasing.
My moans filled the room.
Pleasure washed over me.
My back arched.
Fingers grasped his hair.
I woke up in the afternoon, feeling drained, both physically and emotionally. The weight of my actions settled heavy on my chest.
As consciousness dawned, tears flooded my eyes.
Sobs wracked my body, shaking me to the core.
What had I done?
The memories of the previous night haunted me.
Clyde, my brother-in-law, the man I had sworn to respect.
Ani's face flashed in my mind.
Her kindness, her love, her trust.
And I had betrayed her.
Guilt suffocated me, making every breath a struggle.
How could I?
Ani didn't deserve this.
She had always been there for me, supporting me through thick and thin.
And this is how I repaid her?
The weight of my actions crushed me.
I thought of all the times Ani had been hurt by those around her.
Her husband's neglect, her friends' abandonment, the whole world hatred.
And now, I had joined the list.
Self-loathing consumed me.
How could I face Ani?
How could I live with myself?
I tossed and turned, trapped in a vortex of regret.
My mind raced for solutions, but every path led to heartache.
I sat motionless, staring out the hotel window, my gaze lost in the cityscape. The glass pane separated me from the world outside, much like my secrets isolated me from those I loved.
My hair was neatly combed, my clothes impeccably arranged, but my heart remained tangled in a web of emotions.
Memories of Clyde and I flooded my mind, like a slideshow of moments we shared.
Seven years of laughter, tears, and dreams.
Our first kiss under starry skies.
Our spontaneous road trips.
Our whispered promises.
But life had taken a different turn.
My sister's innocent smile flashed before me.
She knew nothing about our past.
She had married Clyde, unaware of the history between us.
My conscience wrestled with conflicting emotions.
Love for Clyde still lingered, a flame that refused to extinguish.
Yet, I couldn't betray my sister's trust.
She deserved happiness, untainted by my secrets.
I thought of all the moments Ani had confided in me.
Her hopes.
Her fears.
Her dreams.
And I had kept my secret, hidden behind a mask of support.
I took a deep breath, steeling myself.
No matter what I felt, I couldn't be selfish.
My sister's joy was paramount.
I made a silent vow to protect her happiness.
Even if it meant sacrificing my own.
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