TWENTY THREE – HEART FELT CONFESSIONS

MIRA

I lie on the bed, trying not to drown myself in self pity, when a startling realisation dawns on me. I shoot into a sitting position, my hair flying all over the place.

Mason came in me like a thousand times. And he did not use protection any of those times.

I fist the soft duvet, trying not to scream my lungs out. Did he do it on purpose? Fuck! I was so consumed in sexual madness, I didn't even remember to tell him to put a sock on it.

My mind drifts to how I almost missed the doctor's appointment to get my shot last week and anger simmers in my veins. If I wasn't protected, I could've gotten pregnant. But that isn't the only problem.

I could have easily used a hundred sexual partners to forget about Mason over the past year, but my stupid heart refused to go along with it. Mason on the other hand didn't have any qualms with sleeping with thousands of women after I left.

I could be infected with some communicable sexual disease, or worse! I sit on the bed, trying to calm my fr