Jake Abbot
Groaning, I rolled over, jumping when I felt warm skin beside me. No, I repeated in my head before forcing my eyes open. Poppy was sleeping, her naked body half-covered by the blanket.
The memories of what happened punched me in the gut, and bile burned my throat.
“Good morning,” she purred, running her fingers down my chest, “Ready for round three?”
I stumbled out of bed, gasping as guilt burned through me.
Poppy rests on an elbow, looking hurt. “Jake, what’s wrong?’
“We can never do that again,” I blurted. She sat up, covering her chest.
“I don’t understand?”
“Friends, that’s it. I’m not crossing this line again.”
She scoffed, “How is that fair? You can’t just say that after we’ve had s*x. I told you what I wanted downstairs, and you didn’t protest then.”
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