I woke up in the morning without her on my chest. In fact, she wasn't anywhere to be seen. It was the first thing I noticed.
My first instinct was that it was a dream. Maybe what happened last night wasn't real. That was extremely disappointing. I moved the covers and stood out my bed, where I noticed her stitching suit folded on the nightstand. I was extremely relieved to see that last night was real for a moment, but then it hit me. It was just the stitch: the residual emotion. That's why she left.
At first, I felt stupid. I knew it was mostly lustful, but I thought there was at least some romance involved. I knew there was on my half because I was worshipping her, but I guess I let her TD slip my mind. That's when I started to feel guilty. I had completely taken advantage of her. She wasn't in her correct state of mind and I let my lust cloud my judgment. I was distracted by her curves, and her lips, and her hair, and her legs, and her eyes, and the way she kissed me…
I felt like such a jerk. She must have been terrified waking up in a strange bed, completely naked and exposed, in my arms. I bet she didn't even remember what had happened between us. I felt like I took advantage of her vulnerability.
I stood up and hopped into the shower. I ran my fingers through my hair, remembering how good she felt pressed against me. I couldn't forget how it felt to be inside her. I could still taste her on my lips. I looked down at my scar and remembered how it felt to have her touching me. God, that night was so amazing. But it was wrong… SO wrong of me. I lurched forward and banged my head against the shower door.
After a pretty long cleansing, I got myself out the shower and got dressed. I was running pretty late at this point, so I ran into the kitchen to grab something quick. I reached over my sink and grabbed an apple out of the basket, where I noticed a plate in the sink. I let out a small laugh. Kirsten had snuck out, but not before eating the pizza she was supposed to eat the night before. Typical.
I hopped in the car, Kirsten's stitching suit in hand, and drove off to the lab. I tapped my fingers anxiously on my steering wheel, absolutely terrified of what was coming. She was probably furious and embarrassed. She probably felt so violated. I thought I was gonna be sick.
I arrived at the lab and quickly snuck into the back to hang up Kirsten's suit. On my way back to my desk I bumped into Linus.
"Cam!" He called out, dapping me up.
"H-hey Linus. What's up?" I stuttered.
"Are you okay?" He asked, clearly concerned.
"Yeah. I'm fine." I said, avoiding his gaze.
"I know yesterday must have been tough. How is she?"
"Oh… Kirsten's fine. I think. Is she hear yet?"
"No, I think she's still in class. She's gotta come in today though. Ya know, with what happened to that girl at the rave last night" he said. I nodded and bolted back to my desk. I'm sure he could tell I wasn't okay, but he knew better then to poke and prod.
I kept myself busy with work until she came in. I heard her voice, demanding more information on the stitch. Shit. I threw myself back into my work, doing my best to stay distracted and invisible. She was still in the boss's office, far away from me.
I didn't have to talk to her directly until it was time for the stitch. She spoke to me normally, like nothing had happened. I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing, but for the time being I was pretty grateful. Everything was fine until she came into the room wearing that suit. I couldn't help but stare, thinking about everything under that suit. I couldn't help but reflect on how it felt having her skin on mine, her lips on mine, her hands on me…
"You ready, Cam?" Linus called out. I jolted a little, trying to refocus on the task at hand. I put my thumb up, and we went on with he stitch as normal.
After the stitch, I went to the bathroom to collect my thoughts. I splashed my face with water and came up with a whole speech to give Kirsten. I was going to tell her about how sorry I was for taking advantage of her, but how I had no regrets and I hope she didn't either, how amazing I thought she was…
But she wasn't there when I got back. The only thing in the office was my shirt I put on her, hanging from the back of my desk chair.
And for weeks Kirsten and I continued life as normal, neither of us mentioning what happened.