Continuation from the previous scene. Needed a separate part by itself lol. Enjoy!

The next morning Steve woke to the sun hitting his face through the window. He squinted at the light as his eyes searched for the clock. Steve lay on his stomach, his head turned towards his bedside table. He shifted to reach for the clock and felt familiar arms sprawled against his back. And then. It was then, that his mind processed and remembered the events of last night.

Last night was not sex. It was a night of intimate lovemaking. And he loved Makayla. He showed her that he loved her. When a tear escaped her eye as he held her tight, he kissed her softly telling her that he was here. He would take care of her.

But he had felt guilt. He was guilty. He was guilty of using her at a moment when she was broken and frightened. She had trusted him. But he had broken that trust. He had used her moment of weakness as a means to fulfilling his desire. And now the guilt pierced his gut like a weapon.

Steve began to panic. He didn't know what to do. Makayla had given herself to him. And he took advantage of her. He adjusted himself so he lay on his back. Makayla in her sleep adjusted as well so that when Steve lay fully on his back, her arms were wrapped around his waist. Steve shifted his legs off the bed and carefully released himself from Makayla's grip, careful not to wake her in the process.

He sat on the side of the bed, elbow on knees and head in hands. What a jerk he'd been. He looked to the bedside table and saw a pen sitting beside his phonebook. He reached for both and ripped a page out of the phonebook. On it, he wrote a few words, and put the pen back on the spot. He turned his head back to Makayla's sleeping form and got up. He walked over to her side and quietly placed the note on the bedside table beside her pillow. Then, he went into the shower and in a while, was soon out the door.

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Makayla woke to finding the spot next to her bed empty. She sprawled her arm across his side of the bed, remembering the moments of last night and smiling to herself. She leaned closer to Steve's bedside table to check the time. Steve had probably left for work already. Knowing that she should get going soon as well, she rolled onto the side Steve lay last night and climbed out of bed, grabbing one of Steve's shirt as she made her way to the window, opening it for some air. She then proceeded to the shower and continued getting dressed.

Unbeknownst to Makayla, as she let the window open Steve's note flew off the table and landed in a corner by the chair.

Unbeknownst to Makayla, it read,

You said that you wanted me to show you that I love you.

I'm sorry.

Hope you enjoyed it! Author's Note on the next page.