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Regret

№ 18 in the 💯Story Challenge

Before I opened my eyes, I already knew something was wrong. The smell was off. A black, heavy feeling, like a bowling ball on my stomach, held me to the bed.

The wrong man snored quietly next to me. My ex’s best friend.

It all rushed back. The beer. The too-fast drive into the woods to shake off the break-up. But, why had he offered that?

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Erotica/Fiction…not so plain, and not so simple. Find me at brigitdelaney.com, Twitter @BrigitWrites, & check out my podcast: Brigit’s Erotic Bedtime Stories.

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Brigit Delaney

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Erotica/Fiction…not so plain, and not so simple. Find me at brigitdelaney.com, Twitter @BrigitWrites, & check out my podcast: Brigit’s Erotic Bedtime Stories.

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