Allison's POV.
Williams lay beside me, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on my skin. The intimacy we had just shared left a warmth, but as he began to speak, the reality of our situation crashed back down.
"Allison," he started, his voice soft yet hopeful, "can we give us another chance? I still love you. I always have."
I felt a jolt of reality surge through me, dispelling the haze of passion. The weight of what we'd just done pressed down on me, and I suddenly felt exposed, vulnerable. I disentangled myself from his embrace, sitting up and reaching for my clothes.
"We can't," I said, trying to keep my voice steady as I pulled on my underwear and trousers.
Williams looked bewildered, sitting up and reaching for me. "But we just got intimate. You let me in, Allison."
I shook my he
