Page 39 of Sins of the Flesh

Slut shaming is not a good look, man lol

Me:

Anyways dick!

Me:

I’m too happy to let you dull my shine

Mason:

So what happens next?

Me:

Hopefully more of that

Mason:

Cole…

Me:

What?!

Mason:

I just don't want you to get hurt

Me:

I'll be fine, I promise.Anyways I’m at work ttyl

I don't want to think about what Mason is implying.I just want to stay in my happy bubble for right now just a little longer.Sliding my phone into the back pocket of my jeans, I walk to my cluttered workbench in the corner of the chapel.A note is neatly folded and placed right on top of my tools.My heart races as I unfold it and read the words scrawled in Caleb's handwriting:

Cole

I am so sorry about what happened yesterday.I acted impulsively, and I'm sure it confused you.I don't ever want to hurt you or lead you on.I have some things I need to figure out with myself, and I think it is best we keep our distance, unless absolutely necessary.

Again, I am sorry.

Caleb

Are you fucking kidding me!?This shit again!I can't believe he thinks it was a mistake?He was just as into it as I was!I can feel my blood boiling, my face flushing with anger.Why does he always treat me like he victimized me?

Why is it that every time something happens I feel like I’m being punished?Wait, does he blame me?That thought makes my stomach churn.Damn it, we need to talk about this instead of avoiding each other until something else happens, only to do it all over again.Fuck!I’m not waiting months this time we are talking right fucking now.

I crumple the letter in my fist and stomp to Caleb's office.I fling the door open without knocking and stomp up to his desk, throwing the letter at him as he sits behind it.“What is this shit?”I rage at Caleb pacing, while raking my fingers through my hair.He sighs heavily and looks at me with remorse shadowing his brown gaze.

“I'm sorry,” he whispers.I place my palms on his desk as I yell at him,

“For what exactly, Caleb?Making out with me?The hand job?Both?”The look of surprise on his face tells me he didn't expect me to be so blunt.

“Cole, listen…” he says, pinching the bridge of his nose and sitting back in his desk chair.“I’m sorry if I led you on.I take full responsibility for my actions.But I can't let it happen again.”Flashbacks of that first kiss and the rejection afterwards stabs through me.

Fuck that, he initiated it this time and I wanted it.“Caleb, stop acting like I had no choice.I wanted it, and so did you.And I think that's why you want us to keep our distance.”I lower my voice and look directly into his tortured gaze, “Because you want more.”

“Cole, I'm straight.”He protests weakly.I scoff throwing my hands in the air.Whatever he is, I'm pretty sure he isn't straight.