I’d spent most of the night with Aston. We both had a Chinese takeaway and shared a bottle of wine between the two of us. We were both in such a chat that we’d switched off the TV. However, something is happening that I didn’t plan to happen.

Both I and Aston, sitting on his sofa, are sharing a tender kiss. We’ve been sharing this kiss for about 5 minutes. I know it’s wrong to be doing this, but I know that I and Danny are on our way out, so why not try and build a new type of relationship where there could be a potential long lasting relationship? You never know, something amazing can happen between me and Aston, but I’m not getting my hopes up about it.

Both of our wine glasses were on the coffee table, and so I started to feel Aston lie me on the sofa. While he does, my legs open so that his body lays between my legs and my hands attach to the back of his head. His hands are helping him to support himself from falling on top of me while he lays me down. The kiss gets deeper when I’m full lying on the sofa, and I feel a heat build between us. Even though this is so wrong, it feels so right.

Aston’s POV:

This kiss is amazing! Kirsty is amazing! The heat building between us is hard to ignore and I hope that something happens between us tonight. She’s a special girl and I’d feel honoured if I got to share some intimacy with her. So I have to get this right.

Kirsty’s POV:

The kiss continued and I felt Aston’s right hand slide across my left thigh, to my knee, then back up to slide under my dress. Feeling his fingers at my knickers lining, I become uneasy and I know Aston feels this... The kiss gradually came to an end. “What’s wrong?” he whispers but slightly out of breath – we both are from the kiss. “Just- I can’t do this. I’m sorry,” I say quietly and frown and I notice the disappointment in Aston’s face. Why couldn’t you just forget that Danny existed for a few hours; you could have had the best time of your life right now. “That’s okay babe,” he says quietly and sits back on the sofa before running his hands over his face. I notice the lump in his jeans, and it makes me frown since we were getting into it. “I’m gonna go, I’ll see you Saturday,” I say quietly before making my way to grab my coat and bag, and then seeing myself out.

Aston’s POV:

When the door closes, I take a deep breath, but when I let it go, I notice it’s shaky. My eyes close before opening a couple of moments later, only for my eyes to become glassy. A tear then drops from my eye when I blink, but I am quick to wipe it away. I suppose I just really wanted to be intimate with her.

For the next 10 to 20 minutes, I spend it crying.

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