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Tuck! 

I made a phone call tCo our family doctor. She was not a squanderer of time. When she arrived, she gave me a look. I shifted my gaze far away from hers. She knew what had happened. I was wearing my sweatpants with nothing on top. My mom walked in. I rushed to cover the bed so that she wouldn’t see that I slept with her lovely daughter. My mom loved Lola with everything in her. She was like her own daughter. I saw her giving me a suspicious look, but I remained unshaken. I can’t afford to be judged by her right now. 

“Emily, what happened to my daughter? Why is she all bruised up?” Emily looked at me. I shook my head. She knew what that meant. Emily knew that Lola and I were best friends. 

“Mrs. Monroe, she’s fine. She had a bad dream. She hurt herself thinking she was still dreaming.” 

I am still a suspect in my mom’s eyes. Though my mom knows that I and Lola have always shared a bed, she knows I have never touched her, but right now I am a suspect. 

“I have to admit her. She will be fine, Mrs. Monroe.” 

“No, I’m going with her.” My mom demanded. 

~DANTE~ 

I shifted into the hospital bed in order to get a better view of the girl beside me. The girl I had recently turned into a woman. She was eerily silent. We have never been deafeningly silent or run out of things to say to one another. This is quite uncomfortable. Since she was admitted, we have been sleeping in this hospital bed. No other woman has ever given me a cold shoulder as Lola has. Is she upset because I stole her innocence and damaged her vCard? I’m desperate for her to say something. Considering what we just did, Candice doesn’t deserve what we did. I was drunk, but I knew what I had done, and I wanted to do it again. I wasn’t under the influence of alcohol, and I wouldn’t claim that I was under the influence of alcohol. I was aware of what I was doing. I never imagined that I would come close to crossing the boundary. Another minute passed in utter silence on the hospital bed. She straightened 

bathroom. her clothing and entered th 

Her skin appeared to be immaculate, and I felt my cock throbbing in my jeans. I prayed that I would never feel this way again. I cursed my dick for desiring her beneath my breath. Why does it feel so right? I cheated on my girlfriend with my best friend. It feels so right. As I am currently aroused, I cursed myself for even gazing at her in the first place. I’m aware she hasn’t fully recovered, but I want her so desperately. I’ve never desired a woman as much as I desire Lola, and that’s wrong. I could tell that she was still having some difficulty walking. 

Why does it feel so natural to sleep with my best friend? 

I’m starting to believe I’m sick. What was it about it that didn’t feel like a mistake? I’m completely devoid of sensation. Not in the slightest. While I am aware that she is my wife, I also have a girlfriend. Is it possible that she slept with me because we are now married? Is it because she’s my wife that it seemed right? Everything appears to have occurred simultaneously. It seemed as if I couldn’t get away from it. It was as though it were meant to be. 

She walked out of the restroom and stood by the window, her gaze fixed on the street outside. I need to get 

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everything out of my system. This is not going to happen again. She has a right to know. I inhaled deeply behind her. I looked down at my ring, which felt perfectly placed, as though it was meant to be there. How is it that everything with my best friend feels so natural? It was as if she were my genuine wife and Candice was not. I brushed it aside. 

“Lola, last week’s events should not have occurred.” 

I’m not sure what she thinks about that. Things can’t be awkward between the two of us, though. We have crossed the line. She will always be my Lolita. My best friend 

“Lola, you should say something. This can’t happen. It shouldn’t have happened in the first place. Even if we were married, it would be impossible. You are aware, right?” 

She was still peering out the window. 

“You know, it was supposed to be Candice, but what we did to her isn’t fair.” 

She shifted her gaze with a smile on her face. 

“It was merely a moment of weakness, Dante; there is no need to justify it. I understand.” She began packing her belongings. 

“We’re returning to my place.” She gave a nod. 

~Lola~ 

When Dante informed me that it should not have happened, his words cut like a toxic dagger through my viciously twisting heart. I was well aware that I would have to bear the consequences, yet I went ahead and did it anyway. I knew he’d come to regret it. Thank God I’m not facing him, which is preferable to his witnessing my devious tears. I inhaled it and grinned. This is something I’ve been doing for years. She always had a smile on her face, no matter 

what.