JUSTIN'S POV
Fuck.
My brain still hasn't processed what I did last night. I slept with Ken— my group mate, my bestfriend and (well yea) the love of my life. Well, of course I remember everything and I have to admit it felt really good but... WHAT WAS I EVEN THINKING? WHY WAS I SO STRONG LAST NIGHT?!
We're naked now, hugging each other. I don't want to let go, but I have to. This too will end. It's really wrong, but can there be another one? Charot. I just hope nothing changes. Nothing should change. I can't stand anything changing between us.
I felt Ken move so I closed my eyes again. He slowly stood up and left me alone in the room. Shit. I'm really nervous about what's going to happen next after this.
I opened my eyes and then thought back to last night. My body still felt his caresses—the way he pulled my hair, the way he said my name seductively, the way he moaned with every thrust I made.
Is it wrong to assume that he likes me too? That it might be possible. Hey, ahhhhh! I washed my face and got dressed and then left the room. I'll take a shower later. I need to cook and eat first so I can feel better.
Just calm down, Jah. Calm down..
Inhale. Exhale.
I headed straight to the kitchen while taking a deep breath—still thinking about what to cook because I'm not good at cooking. Should I just have eggs, or a hotdog? What's okay?
"Jah, you're awake."
"Oh, hot dog!"
Wow, why is this still here?