C4 Four

As I started to understand what happened last night, a strong feeling of regret washed over me like a big wave. I couldn't believe what I did. The reality of my actions hit me hard. Ace was Cher's brother, and I crossed a line I shouldn't have. Friends shouldn't be intimate with their friend's siblings; it goes against an unspoken rule of loyalty and respect.

The weight of my mistake grew heavier when I realized the timing of it all. We did something we shouldn't have on the night before Cher's important wedding ceremony, a moment that should have been filled with happiness. Instead, I ruined that special occasion with my careless behavior.

Panicking, I knew I couldn't stay there and face the consequences of what we did. I needed to escape, to distance myself from the situation before it got even worse. My mind was racing, trying to find a way out of the mess I created.

Feeling guilty and remorseful, I quickly got dressed and left the room. The guilt was suffocating, weighing heavily on my conscience. Every breath felt heavy, burdened by the knowledge of what I did.

I struggled to get out of Ace’s embrace, my mind filled with conflicting emotions. As I tried to pull away, his grip only tightened, drawing me closer to his body. His lips found their way to my neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses that sent shivers down my spine.

“Ace, stop,” I whispered, my heart racing with both desire and anxiety. “What if someone finds us?”

But his response was groggy and determined. “I don’t care,” he mumbled, his lips still dangerously close to my skin, making it hard to think straight.

I hit him gently on his chest, my voice pleading. “We’re not supposed to do this,” I said, trying to resist the intoxicating allure of the moment.

“Who cares?” he muttered, his voice filled with desire. He kissed me again, and a part of me melted into the intensity of his touch.

As much as I craved his affection, I knew we were playing with fire. Our clandestine encounter held the potential for grave consequences, and I couldn’t let reckless desire blind us to the potential risks.

With every soft kiss he placed on my skin, my resolve wavered. I was torn between surrendering to the moment and finding the strength to step away.

“Ace, please,” I pleaded again, my voice tinged with vulnerability. “We need to stop.”

His eyes, heavy-lidded with desire, searched my face for a moment, and a hint of regret flickered across his features. As much as he wanted to give in to his feelings, I could tell he was also grappling with the reality of the situation.

“I know,” he whispered, his voice a mix of longing and frustration. “I just… I can’t help myself when I’m with you.”

The admission struck a chord in my heart, and I felt a surge of affection for him.

“You used to bully me.”

“That’s how I show my love for you. I just wanted you to notice me.”

What the fuck?

Leave the bullying aside for now I had to get out of his embrace. It was time to make a difficult decision. Taking a deep breath, I gently pushed him away, putting some distance between us. He just dragged me closer to him. I groaned annoyedly.

“We have to stop this,” I said, my voice steady with determination. “As much as I want to be with you, we can’t risk it.”

Ace looked at me with a mix of frustration and respect in his eyes.

With a mix of frustration and concern, I hit him again, this time aiming lower. To my surprise, instead of groaning in pain, he became more aroused.

“Now look what you did,” he muttered, annoyance creeping into his voice. He looked at me with hunger in his eyes, and I knew I realized what huge mistake I made.

“You have five seconds to run out of here before I let you suck my dick off,” he said, his voice tempting.

I didn’t need any more encouragement. My heart pounded in my chest as I quickly untangled myself from his embrace.

As I rushed through the corridors, my emotions were all over the place. The guilt was eating away at me, leaving a bad taste in my mouth. I had put a long-standing friendship at risk. Cher had been my close friend and support, and now, I betrayed her trust.

When I returned to Cher's room, I felt a sense of emptiness. The room felt colder, and I couldn't find comfort in its familiar surroundings. It reminded me of the friendship I had jeopardized.

Feeling even more guilty, I thought about facing Cher and keeping the secret from her. How could I act like nothing happened? How could I stand beside her, knowing that I had done something that could tear us apart?

As I realized the impact of my choices, I promised myself to make things right by facing Cher with honesty and humility. It was the least I could do to mend the bonds I carelessly damaged.

Sitting alone in Cher's room, tears filled my eyes. I was ready to confront the consequences of my actions and accept whatever came my way. I wanted to seek redemption and show that my moment of weakness didn't define who I truly was.

Feeling burdened by guilt and shame, I hurried to the bathroom to cleanse myself both physically and emotionally. I tried to wash away the traces of my encounter with Ace, but the marks on my skin remained, reminding me of the boundaries I crossed and the trust I broke.

Looking at my reflection, conflicting emotions overwhelmed me. The shame weighed heavily on me as I thought about how to face Cher without her noticing the marks. I needed to protect our friendship from further harm, so I searched for ways to hide the physical evidence of my betrayal, desperate to find a solution to the situation.

I looked through my suitcase, searching for clothes that could hide the evidence of my encounter with Ace. I needed something that would cleverly hide what happened and prevent Cher from noticing. It felt like trying to solve an impossible puzzle, carefully considering each option.

Eventually, I chose a blouse with a high collar and a scarf that I thought would do the job. I planned out how to position each garment to cover the marks and keep my secret safe. It was both a practical necessity and a desperate attempt to save our friendship from the damage caused by my actions.

When I turned around I let out a loud gasp. There, at the doorway stood Cher, her eyes narrowed. "I know what you did."