22 - Felicity

When I open my eyes again, Shawn is still beside me. At first, I think I'm dreaming, but then I touch his hair and realize he's real. The corners of my lips turn up into the edges of a smile — only to droop when I realize what I've done.

What Shawn and I have done.

A quick glance at the naked bodies beneath the covers confirms it. Shawn and I had sex.

As the cobwebs of sleep fade, every detail comes back to me and I clasp my hand over my mouth in horror.

I just had sex with my boss.

The one man I told myself I wouldn't have sex with.

How could I let it happen? Was there something in that Scotch?

Something in this fresh Swiss air?

Was it jet lag?

I shake my head. No. It was all me. I lost control. I gave in to desire. I made the mistake. No excuses.

No time for regret, either.

What's done is done. All I can do now is clean up the mess.

I get off the bed, carefully so that I don't wake Shawn up. As I stand up, I feel something leak between my legs. I look down and see the sticky substan