The Aftermath

Guilt, shame, embarrassment, fear...

At the top of the list was lingering lust, because although they had just been busted, Andre had never looked more sexy with his hair dishevelled and his lips smudged with her lipstick. He didn't attempt to arrange anything anymore, but pulled out his handkerchief, dabbing at the corner of his lips.

Clara felt like the lowest of all bitches standing before  Ariadne who had just caught her with her boyfriend... Boyfriend? Were they really dating or just fucking?

It didn't matter, because she had done the same thing she hated Dane for. She had become a partner in the crime.

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