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Allison’s POV It’s been two days and I still couldn’t figure out what I was thinking. I’d agreed to the dinner date and wanted to have fun and enjoy myself because Shirley had asked me to and frankly also because I needed to get my mind off a lot of things. Sighing, I pinched the bridge of my nose as I let out another heavy sigh. What was supposed to be a normal dinner date between friends turned out to be something more and now I just can’t undo what has been done. Fuck. f**k. f**k. What the hell was I thinking? Why did I get that drunk? The sound of my phone chiming brought me out of the thought I was lost in and I just couldn’t help but feel like pulling my own hair out when I saw that it was a text from Raphael. The s*x was a mistake, I wanted to tell him that but at the same time