A/N: Thanks for the reviews, guys! I love them all and I'm glad you are all enjoying the story so far :) By the way, this chapter is Don's POV. Yes, I am being a huge butthole and making you wait for April's answer. Aren't I evil? ^^

Disclaimer: *sigh* I don't own anything...are you satisfied?

Donatello looked at the sleeping redhead. Her hair was disheveled - now whether that was from the crazy way she slept or from the act they had done, he wasn't sure - but she still looked beautiful. Absolutely stunning. Sighing, he tightened his mask around his face. He had already collected his other equipment from the living room floor and now, with a last abiding look at her, he exited her room and slipped out the window.

He had decided that it would be best if he left before she woke. The conversation would be awkward to say the least and how was he supposed to act? He was inexperienced in the aftermath actions of sex. So, it was just most logical to leave before the inept stuff began. He was, after all, the logical one of the family. Wasn't that what he was supposed to do? Make smart decisions?

The purple clad turtle climbed the fire escape onto the roof. Instead of heading home in this early hour of the morning, he slid to the concrete with his back to a brick wall. He...he couldn't think straight. Thoughts of April circulated in his brain, pushing away any thing other than her. If asked, he probably wouldn't have even remembered his name. That's how she affected him.

That's what she did to him.

Unknowingly.

With a sigh, he thought, What have I just done? He knew what he had done (in fact, he was the first of his brothers to learn about the method of reproduction. Being a book nerd put you ahead of others), but not what. He...he'd just slept with April! April, who has been his only wish, his only desire since they'd saved her from the mousers. April, the only person who could make him feel like he was a marshmallow over a fire when he saw her. April, the only one he told everything to - everything except for one thing; his desire was his only secret. April, who...who was dating Casey. Just because they'd had a fight didn't mean they'd broken up. He groaned. He'd been part of an affair!

Don rubbed his eyes tiredly. How could he do such a thing? He had known April was upset and vulnerable, but he had done it anyway. She brought out a side of him he barely knew. Normal Don would have thought it out, realized the wrongness of the situation, and left before anything went wrong. But this Don, he didn't think. He just jumped right into it.

Because that's what she did to him.

And, he realized, he didn't regret a thing he had done.

He was perfectly okay with what had occurred and, frankly, that scared him a little. What had happened to his morals? Where had the real, caring Don gone? Who knows. He had never foreseen himself in this situation, yet here he was.

Because that's what she did to him.

What does she think? The thought circled his mind. What did she think? Did it mean as much to her as it meant to him? Did last night make her want to sail down to the Caribbean and just lay on the beach, entangled in each other's arms as they watched the sunset bring streaks of red close to the color of her hair across the sky like it did to him? Or would she think it was nothing and tomorrow she would be with Casey again, as it usually was? Would she deny that the thing had happened at all? What if she was so drunk on despair that she forgot the whole thing? He couldn't stop the thoughts and worries from flooding his brain like a tsunami wave.

Because that's what she did to him.

Whatever she thought of what had just happened, he thought very highly of it. Whatever she thought it meant or didn't mean, it meant loads to Don. Whatever she thought about him now, he thought so much more of her. Whoever she chose, he would always choose her. Whether she chose to forget of not, he would always remember. Whether she would think of him even more, he would think of her every moment of the day. Whether her brain was clear or not, his would forever be congested with images of her. Whether her conscience was clear of not, his would forever be fine.

Because that's what she did to him.

A/N: Short chapter, I am aware, and I apologize. Hopefully, the next one will be longer. I know you all anticipate her answer so I shall try to update soon!

Til next time,

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