One Hundred and Thirteen

Jennifer was mute with a blank face as Elen walked into the room. The only sound in the penthouse apartment was the beep of the heating unit.

Elen felt his heartbeat becoming heavy and sluggish and he tried hard to read Jennifer's body language. She'd been his friend for years after all. Well, not until he fucked her.

The silence stretched for a full minute and the girl still didn’t say anything, even when Elen put his hand over hers and gave it a little squeeze. He shoved his hands deep into his pockets when Jennifer's eyes darted around the room like she was suffering from post-nut clarity.

Elen didn't regret having sex with her, but if he'd known that sex would lead them to this point of him wanting to make amends, then he wouldn't have done it at all.

This had fucked their friendship up and he had no idea how to fix the mess. The discomfort became mutual when Jennifer sized him up, waiting for him to make a mistake or say any inappropriate word.

"This ... .was awkward,” she fi