JENNA

I couldn't believe what was happening.

It just didn't make sense.

I stood there, in the grand hall, more like I was struck to the spot.

"Jen...Jen", I called, trying to mind-link my wolf.

Maybe she could reply.

But there was nothing.

Just utter silence..

A void where her presence should have been.

I glanced back at the window where I could see my reflection, trying to delude myself that it wasn't real.

That the reflection staring back at me wasn't real.

It couldn't be.

I blinked and Clara's wide brown eyes blinked back at me.

I touched my face and the cold feeling confirmed that it was real.

It was something I never imagined could happen.

"No, no, no," I whispered, my voice trembling.

Just a few minutes ago, I was Jenna. I was standing in the room, waiting for my coronation as Luna.

Damon was about to be mine forever...

And now this....

The crowd erupted into cheers again, pulling me out of my spiraling thoughts. I turned sharply, my gaze locking onto the two people at the front of the hall.

Damon was there, his tall, broad-shouldered frame commanding attention as always. But he wasn't looking at me.

He was kissing her. The woman who wore my face, my body.

She was smiling so brightly, her lips moving against his like she had every right to be there.

Like she hadn't stolen everything from me.

I glanced at my Grandmother and I saw the widest smile I've ever seen on her face.

She looked so proud and happy.

I clenched my fist as I stared at them.

That was supposed to be me. Damon was mine.

The crown was mine.

Grandmother was supposed to be proud of me....not an imposter i knew nothing about.

But no one knew. No one could see the truth.

My soul had been ripped from my body and shoved into Clara's, and the only person I had as a close friend, my wolf -was gone also.

"Mia", I remembered the moment I thought about Jen.

She was the next person who could understand and probably bail me out.

I need to see her.

I looked around the hall, but I didn't see her.

"She had to be somewhere in this hall", I thought as I stood up, trying to look around for her.

I hadn't taken few steps when a hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me back...

Heat flared in my chest the moment I felt that hand behind me.

"What the hell", I said as I twisted away from the person's grip with a sharp jerk.

I turned to see Jeremy standing there, his dark eyes filled with concern.

Clara's boyfriend....of course.

Looking at his face alone didn't sit well with me.

Only if he knew i wasn't his girlfriend.

Clara," he said softly, his voice laced with worry.

"Are you okay? You still look pale though"

I swallowed hard, forcing a smile that felt unnatural on Clara's lips. "I'm fine," I lied.

"Just... overwhelmed."

Jeremy looked at me for almost a minute, staring into my eyes..

"You sure? You've been acting strange all day."

"I'm sure," I snapped, sharper than I meant to.

His eyes widened slightly, and guilt twisted in my gut. This wasn't his fault. He didn't know.

He stepped closer, his hand brushing against my arm. The touch sent a shiver down my spine, which I didn't like..

It was Clara's body reacting to his touch...not me.

It couldn't be.

"You know you can talk to me, right? Whatever's going on... you don't have to deal with it alone."

I stared at him, unsure of what to say.

Jeremy had always been... complicated. We'd known each other since school, but we'd never gotten along.

Too different, too stubborn. But now, looking at him through Clara's eyes, I saw something else. Concern. Genuine care. It made my chest ache.

"Jeremy," I started, my voice soft now. "I..."

But before I could say more, the crowd cheered again, drawing my attention back to the coronation.

Damon was lifting the crown, placing it on the imposter's head with a smile that made my heart shatter.

She was Luna now. Not me. Her.

Jeremy followed my gaze, his expression unreadable. "It's a big moment for the pack," he murmured.

"For Damon."

I nodded absently,"Yeah. Big moment."

He hesitated, then leaned in closer, his voice low. "You've been staring at him all night."

My heart skipped at the statement he made.

Did he suspect something?

He didn't seem sensitive.... Or was he just jealous?

I forced a laugh, though it sounded hollow even to my ears.

"Don't be ridiculous. Damon's my brother."

"Right," Jeremy said slowly, turning to look at me "Your brother."

I looked away, unable to hold his gaze any longer.

My mind was a whirlwind of different thoughts, too many thoughts crashing together.

I needed to figure things out.

Why this happened and how to get my life back and that starts with me seeing Mia.

But for now, I was trapped in Clara's body, surrounded by people who didn't know me as Jenna but Clara, the Alpha's sister, including the man who was supposed to be my mate.

And Jeremy... Jeremy was watching me with a intensity that made me uncomfortable.

"Clara," he said again, his voice softer this time.

"Tell me what's wrong."

I opened my mouth, the words hovering on the tip of my tongue.

Could I trust him?

Would he even believe me if I told him the truth?

Who would?

"I..." I started, but before I could say more, Jeremy leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear.

"Whatever it is," he whispered, his breath warm against my skin, "we'll figure it out together."

My heart skipped a beat at the contact.

"Jeremy...", I started as I thought of a lie to tell him.

I needed to leave and with him on my neck.

Leaving was looking impossible.

"Come on", he said gently interrupting me as his hands slipped into mine.

"Let's get some air."

I hesitated for a moment then nodded wordlessly letting him guide me away from the crowd toward the doors leading outside.

As we were about to walk out his hands moved to my waist, as he walked behind me, his touch was firm yet gentle, as if he was trying to hold me in place as we walked through the crowd.

We got outside the hall, into the training ground and we both sat on the lawn.

My fingers grazed through the moist lawn as I played with the flowers.

"You really look like you needed a break from the noise, Clara", he said

And for the first time that night.

The name hit me.

No one was really going to call me Jenna.

Not until this whole thing was over.

I was probably not going to see Grandmother also.

The cheers of the crowd echoed in the background, loud and deafening, a cruel reminder of what I'd lost, what had been stolen from me. My crown, my mate, my life.

I forced myself to take a deep breath, trying to call myself.

"Clara...Clara", the name came again and only then did I realize I had left him hanging.

"I'm really fine," I lied, my voice steadier this time. "Just... overwhelmed, I guess."

Jeremy tilted his head, his piercing gaze studying me with an intensity that made my skin crawl. "Overwhelmed? You're usually the one who thrives in the spotlight."

Of course Clara would.

I clenched my fists at my sides, nails digging into my palms. I needed to get out of here. I needed to figure out what the hell was going on.

But Jeremy was still standing there, blocking my path, his presence like a wall I couldn't climb.

"Yeah, well, today's different," I muttered, avoiding his eyes.

"Can I be alone for the night, I just want to stare at the sky and count the stars", I said, muffling whatever came into my head and at the same time, bit trying to push him away.

Clara loved me...but not me.

So I couldn't mess their relationship up.

His brows lifted in surprise, and for a moment, I worried I'd said something wrong.

Then that smirk returned, wider this time, and he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low, teasing tone.

"Alone? That's not like you, Clara, you never want to be alone, What's going on?"

I swallowed hard, trying to think of an answer to his question.

"Think fast", I screamed in my head.

"I just... need to clear my head," I said, forcing a small smile.

"Too much noise, you know?"

He hesitated for a moment, his gaze searching mine as if he could see right through me. Then he nodded, "Alright. I'd let you be, I'd text you later", he said placing kiss on my forehead while I stiffened in shock.

He turned to leave, his footsteps very loud and clear until it finally faded..

I stood up, but not to the hall, I was on a quest to find Mia.

I hadn't walked few steps when I saw the person walk into the hall.,

It was Mia...I was very sure.

It was the exact way I packed her way hours before the coronation.

"Has she been outside all these while", I thought as I walked closer to the person, calling her name.

"Mia..Mia", I called out, walking up to the person..

JENNA

The beeping of an alarm clock jolted me awake...

I stretched my right hands to reach my alarm on my bedside but I noticed it wasn't.

The beeping didn't stop and I opened my eyes in frustration.

Only then did I remember.

The unfamiliar room, the bed which was a bit big for me.

And the alarm clock that was on the left side not on my right side anymore.

I groaned, rolling over and slamming my hand down on the clock to silence it.

Clara's clock, her room, get body.

It wasn't a dream anymore.

It was reality.

It was my life now.

I dragged myself out of bed, my legs feeling heavy and foreign.

Everything about this body felt wrong,

She was a bit too tall, too lean, too not mine.

I walked to the bathroom, avoiding the mirror until I had to face it.

I didn't want to see myself in the mirror.

I entered the shower, taking my bath.

The water was hot and almost scalding, but I welcomed it with gritted teeths.

Maybe it could wake me up or maybe it would make this nightmare feel real enough to break out of.

When I finally stepped out of the shower, I toweled off quickly and I packed my hair into a messy bun....

At least, I hoped Clara would consider a messy bun.

I didn't know her routine, her habits, her life.

How was I supposed to act like her?

Wouldn't people notice if I slipped up?

I turned to look at the mirror to pack my hair well.

And the reflection I've avoided stared back at me.

Her sharp cheekbones, her almond-shaped eyes, her full lips..

It was so strange to see her face instead of my own.

I couldn't stop staring.

I was done packing my hair when I heard a knock on the door.

First it was the person trying to open the door and then the knock.

I stood frozen in place.

What if is someone I couldn't recognize?

How would I act?

I debated ignoring the knock, but it came again...

Louder this time..

Reluctantly, I walked to the door and opened it.

And my eyes widened at the person in front of the door.

There he was. Damon.

My mate. Or at least, he had been my mate before this crazy body swap happened. Now, he was just there, all handsome and all.

Standing there in all his brooding glory, his dark hair a bit messy...just like I had always loved it.

I really wanted to jump on him, wrap my hands around his neck and tell him, how much I've missed him.

His piercing dark brown eyes narrowing as he looked at me.

My heart skipped a beat, and I immediately regretted opening the door.

"Morning," he said, his voice low and gruff.

"You locked your door...that was weird", he said.

"Wow, so she leaves her door opened, that's weird", I thought

"I was a bit tired, I needed the privacy", I said, cooking up at lie at the spot.

I was indeed proud of myself.

"Are you good now, I was told you weren't feeling too good yesterday", he said and before I could process his words, he raised his hands, placing them on my forehead gently.

I pulled back in shock and I could have sworn he felt something, because he pulled back almost immediately.

"I'm good now", I said, my reply more sharper than I intended.

"Im guessing you're not going for your usual run?", he said, clearing his throat.

I blinked at him, Run?

Since when does Clara go for a morning run? I scrambled for an excuse, anything to cover up my ignorance.

"Uh, no. Not today"

He raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical, but before he could press further, a voice interrupted us.

"Damon!"

We both turned to see her, the person who was now living in my body.

She walked over, her arm slipping through Damon's with far too much ease.

My jaw clenched as I watched her lean into him, her fingers brushing his arm in possessive little strokes. It took everything in me not to grab her and yank her away from him.

"We should get going," she said sweetly, her voice dripping with false innocence. It was sickening.

She glanced at me, her eyes flickering with something I couldn't quite place...

Whatever it was, she avoided holding my gaze for too long.

Like she knew something I didn't.

Like she knew me.

"Sure," Damon said, though his eyes lingered on me for moment longer before shaking loose and walking away with her.

"Take care little sis", he said, ruffling my hair a bit, making my bun loosen a bit.

I watched them go, my fists clenched at my sides, Why did it feel like she was deliberately trying to keep him away from me?

And why did Damon seem oblivious to it all?

Didn't he feel anything when our body made contact.

Oh wait...it's Clara's body...not mine.

Once they were out of sight, I decided to grab something to eat first to clear my mind since I didn't have any farther plans for yet!

Maybe step out to look for Mia.

I was pretty sure, I saw her yesterday...but for some reason I really couldn't place.

She didn't answer me and she got lost in the crowd.

I walked through the large hall, going to the dinning.

The breakfast was set and both the Luna and the Alpha and the New Luna, who was meant to be me and Damon were sitted at the table.

As I walked to the table, they all glanced at me in shock.

I tried to avoid all their gazes as I was a bit shocked.

Was I doing something wrong?

Why were they all shocked?

I pulled out a chair to eat and after I was served, Damon's father talked.

"You came out to eat today, Clara", he said.

And then it clicked.

I had done something Clara wouldn't do.

Just how weird must she had been.

She doesn't look her door....

She doesn't come out to eat.

Just who the hell did she think she is...

"That's new", His mother said

"I think she woke up on the right side of the bed, she's been all weird since morning", Damon added and I had to stop myself from shooting him a daggering look.

He never helps....instead he puts you on the hot seat.

It's the same he's always done with Mia and I.

"I thought we could eat as a family one last time", I said and they all nodded, agreeing with what I said

Damon was leaving that morning.

And I was probably never going to see him so often as I used to.

I wondered if I could cope with that.

He wasn't going to be staying there with the Luna.

Few months back, we had both planned and worked on the type of house we wanted to live in.

Damon picked the decorations, while I selected the furnitures.

It was something I had always looked forward to.

But guess who's not going to the house....Mee

The person in my body just stayed still, avoiding my gaze while eating, which was very weird.

I was the last person at the table and I was sure Clara eats like a snail because Damon had once mentioned me eating just like his sister.

After having breakfast, I was on my way back to my room when I ran into the Luna.

And she was pretty much doing nothing.

I took that as a cue to talk to her.

I needed to know who the person was.

It couldn't be Clara.

She wouldn't long for the crown and worse....

Her Brother.

It just didn't make sense.

I wondered whether she knew about me or not..

But the way she behaved was quite weird.

So I decided to approach her,

"Hey Luna," I called ahead of her.

She turned back letting out a small smile,

"Good morning, how are you darling?" She asked politely.

"I'm okay but I might need your help with something!" I said.

She stared at me...like she was weighing her options

And then she glanced at her phone.

"Oh Clara, I hope it can wait...I need to visit the packs clinic to put some things in place.", she said.

"Oh of course... excuses", I thought.

"Just who might you be", I thought.

"Ooh... alright, it can wait", I said, slowly and she turned immediately, even before I finished my words.

"But..I need to see Mia, Do you know where I can find her", I suddenly blurted out..

She turned to look at me, like the question was sudden and she wasn't expecting it.

"Mia found her mate and she left with him, he's not from this pack", she said.

Mia found her mate...

"Is there a reason why you need to see her?", she asked.

"Ooh...not really", I blurted out still processing what I just heard.

I walked back to the room, slumping on the bed, unsure of what to do next.

Mia was nowhere to be found, I didn't know where the real Clara was.

A phone beeped in the drawer, jolting me out of my thoughts.

I pulled the drawer open and I reached for the phone.

"Why did she put her phone in her drawer", I wondered.

Messages popped up and half of them were from Jeremy.

"Oh, he said he was going to text me", i said.

I swiped up the phone to open it, to see, if I could see anything.

Maybe they weren't blood siblings and she had always desired for the crown and her step-brother, like how it is in novels.

Maybe it really isn't her and it's someone else

I wanted to know.

"Fuck", I cursed as I saw that the phone had a password.

"How the hell am I going to decode what the password is", I said.

Damon...Silverwhitmore...Clara

I typed in one at a time but it didn't open.

"Jeremy", I muttered.

"How did I forget it, it has to be him", I said as I typed in the name but it didn't open.

"That's weird...not even her boyfriend", I said.

I turned back to the drawer to see anything else that might be of help and there I saw a small diary.

I flipped it open and the first sentence I saw made me so confused.

It was her first entry about two years ago.

I'd love to have an Alpha as my Mate and be crowned the Luna.

"Could it really be Clara", I thought.

I flipped through the pages and then I saw some enteries, where she talked about having an Alpha as her mate and leaving Whitmore Pack.

Why would she want to leave the pack so bad? And

If she wants to leave the Pack, then she can't be the one in my body.

Then I kept flipping, there the enteries were a bit recent.

"I saw him again today, he stalked me throughout the day, I really want some freedom out of the pack."

"He looked so scary today"

"I was able to escape from him, I wonder how long till my luck runs out"

She has a stalker?

"Never returning to the training grounds alone"

And then I remembered, Jeremy mentioned that she never liked being alone.

Who was the stalker?

And how dangerous was he for her to desire leaving the pack?

Does anyone know about it?

JENNA

I kept flipping through the pages, after I saw the note about the stalker.

Perhaps I might see something else...any clue that would give me an idea of the life I was about to start living.

Or a huge secret Clara might be keeping.

If she's the one in my body, I should at least have something to use against her.

I could feel my eyes ache, tears brimming at the edge at the thought of not being with Damon.

How could I possibly live my life knowing he might never be mine - at least, not until I'm back into my body.

My vision blurred as I tried to keep the tears from falling while flipping the pages full of things I didn't understand until I opened a page and a strange, single word stood pretty on the page

Steven.

It was a name, scribbled in the margin. A random word on a random page, but it just had this twist to it.

Maybe it meant something.

I picked up her phone beside me, typing in the word "Steven" into the lock screen and click.

It unlocked.

Messages instantly flooded the screen, ton of the notifications from someone with the name Aria.

"Are you ready?"

"We agreed to meet after your brother's coronation."

The two most recent messages read.

My breath hitched as I scrolled through the notifications, some were from Jeremy, asking if I was fine now..

I scrolled through the messages between them and I saw that there really wasn't much to them.

Their text just contained lots of heyyy, how're you doing, I'm good and several boring messages like that.

Maybe they only do meet to talk and act like lovers.

"Who exactly is this Clara girl?", I thought.

And Who is the Aria girl that she agreed to meet with?

I pressed their chat and there was nothing except the previous night messages and it had no new information apart from the fact that she kept typing her name, telling her they were expecting her..

I dropped the phone, walking out of the room, just maybe I could see Damon.

But the silence in the halls was deafening.

His scent was no longer in the house.

They had left for the house we both decorated

They were probably sleeping in the sheets I specially picked, my favourite.

Or probably making love.

I chocked back another sob as I thought about it, Suddenly, a soft cough echoed in the hallway and I cleared my throat, swiping my hands across my eyes to make sure I had no tears welling up.

I stood there wearing Clara's life like a poorly fitted costume.

"Miss Clara, is anything the problem?", The lady asked, looking so confused.

It was one of the maids.

"Am I probably doing what Clara wouldn't do", I thought.

"I'm good", I said, my voice - a bit too high as I tried to mimic Clara's nonchalant tone.

"I was just thinking... uhm, you know me a bit too well right", I asked.

The young lady smiled as she walked closer to me.

"I know you a bit too well, Miss Clara, I've been your favourite maid for a while",she said

"Favourite maid...nice, we're getting closer", I thought.

"How about a quick test, where's my favourite place to unwind?", I asked

She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

"Miss Clara...", She started but I stopped her.

"Like I mean, my friends, the place we usually meet", I said, hoping I do not look desperately insane.

"You should have noticed if you're my favorite", I added.

"You... you never speak of such things, Miss Clara," she said, her confusion deepening.

"You aren't... that transparent", she said, scratching her head

"Of course she isn't", I thought bitterly.

Secretive bitch.

There goes my chance at finding this out.

The maid then hesitated, reaching into the pocket of her apron, she brought out a small silver key with a black head.

It was a Car key.

"You gave this to me for safekeeping last week. You said you didn't want it to be seen when your room was been checked last week." She held it out, her gaze darting away, as if she'd already said too much.

"They check her room? And she hides things?", I thought.

"A car key for that matter", I thought

I took the key. It was cold and heavy in my palm.

It could be a clue.

"Thanks for keeping it safe", I said as I walked back into the room.

It was close to evening and since I had nothing I was doing, I made my way to the garage, it didn't take me minutes because Damon and I once made out in his car in the garage.

Good old days.

I unlocked the car and i entered it, checking the list of saved addresses on the navigation system that glowed back at me. I selected the top one, the most recent one.

"It had to be it", I thought as I set out on a journey of self discovery.

The drive was a bit too far, I kept following the navigation but it didn't seem to stop. I was far away from home, I had never been that far.

I kept wondering where it would lead to as I drove

After what felt like eternity of a boring drive, I stopped in front of a big bar pulsing with loud songs that could be heard from outside.

As I stepped out, the air smelt of liquor and humans - no traces of wolf.

Nothing.

I took a deep breath and I walked into the bar, regretting why I had started the journey.

I'd taken only a few steps when strong arms wrapped around me from behind.

I froze.

Warm lips pressed against the sensitive skin of my neck, just below my ear, sending waves of shock down my spine.

His scent was foreign, clean soap, a hint of cologne, and the undeniable scent of human.

"After promising me a hot fuck, you decided to ditch me, huh Clara?" a low, male voice murmured into my hair as his hands slid down, palms flattening against my stomach, pulling me flush against a hard, solid body.

I wanted to push him away, probably punch him in the face also but I'm Clara.

He thinks I'm her and I have to be her.

I took a deep breath, a wide smile on my face as I turned in his arms, finally looking at him.

To my surprise, he was handsome, dark hair, strong jawline and I could see the confidence in his eyes.

He knew Clara...maybe intimately.

"I thought she has Jeremy, does she just fuck around now", I thought.

"I got held up, I'm sorry," I managed, forcing Clara's sly smile onto my face, praying it looked convincing.

"Uh-huh," he said, his voice a low rumble. He didn't believe me, but he didn't care. His hand came up, his thumb brushing my lower lip.

"You owe me, Clara. Big time."

Before I could form another word, his mouth was on mine.

It wasn't a gentle kiss, it was claiming and rough.

His tongue swirled in my mouth and a jolt of electric shock surged through me.

I gasped against his lips, and he swallowed the sound, as he tightened his hands around me.

"This was wrong", I screamed in my mind

But there was this difference in the way I felt.

It was nothing like a wolf.

It was just pure human hunger..

He broke the kiss, his breathing rough.

"We could go to your favourite place, unless you're going to run again."

They had a favourite place?

I couldn't speak. I could only nod.

I didn't understand what was going on.

Why I liked it even though I wasn't Clara.

The hollow ache inside me was shifting, melting into a desperate, throbbing need. I needed to feel something, anything, other than the loss.

This stranger was offering a wildfire to burn it all away.

He took my hand, his grip tight and he led me inside the club, it was quite bubbly and loud.

He led me to a side door just because a stairs and he opened it while I followed like a lost puppy.

He opened the door to reveal a modern apartment. It was quite big and well furnished.

We both entered and the moment the door clicked shut, he pushed me against it, the cold door hitting my back, making me gasp in shock.

One of his hands cupped my breast, his thumb flickering my nipple until it became so hard and aching.

I let out a small moan as his other hand slid down to my thigh, pushing my dress up to my hips.

"You feel so tense," he growled in a hoarse voice against my neck.

"I can help with that", he said and I moaned.

His fingers found the edge of my panties and he slid his fingertips inside my core. I moaned, biting my bottom lip. I was wet already, shamelessly wet for this stranger.

My body was betraying every touch of Damon, responding to the touch of the stranger I just met.

He added another finger as he held me against the door, his hands curling, flickering, going in and out of my wet hole while I moaned in pleasure.

He pressed his thumb against my clit and I almost went insane.

Oh..it felt so good.

Suddenly, my hips began to move of their own accord, rocking hard against his hand as the pleasure built up, drawing me closer to the edge.

I opened my eyes and I saw that he was watching me, his eyes dark with lust, watching as I rode his fingers like a sex deprived maniac.

"You're going to come for me,Clara. Now",he said and it was almost like he commanded me.

I couldn't stop it as the orgasms ripped through me and I screamed in pleasure.

Before the last shock had even left my body, he was unbuckling his belt, he pushed his jeans and briefs down just enough, freeing himself.

He was hard, thick and ready and a bit big. He hooked his hands under my thighs, lifting one of my legs up to his waist as I wrapped my hands around his neck for balance.

"I want you to look at me," he commanded, his voice hoarse.

I opened my eyes, I was staring into the face of a stranger, and I'd never been more turned on in my life.

He positioned himself at my entrance.

"Tell me you want this."

"I want it," I gasped, the words feeling both like a lie and the most honest thing I'd ever said.

"I want it. Please."

With a grunt, he thrust up into me, filling me in one thrust. I screamed, the sensation so intense it was almost pain. He was stretching me.

He stopped for a moment, giving me the time to get used to his length.

Then he began to move.

It was a slow thrust at first, hitting the spot that made my legs weak.

I moaned so loud that I feared my voice might be heard even with the loud music from the bar.

I raked my nails down his skin as his ragged grunts echoed in my ear while he increased his pace.

Deeper...Faster....Harder.

"You feel... fucking... incredible," he panted, his forehead resting against mine.

I could only moan in response, lost in the pleasure, bouncing up and down on his shaft as the pleasure started building again, a higher peak this time.

His pace became ragged brutal. "I'm not... gonna last..."

"Do... don't st...stop," I begged, my voice cracking at the pace of the thrust.

He slammed into me one last time, a deep, possessive thrust that pressed against my very core, and with a loud grunt, he spilled into me.

The raw feeling of him pushing me over the final edge as I screamed in estascy, almost as loud as a banshee as my second orgasm shattered through me.

When I finally regained consciousness, I was weak to my knees, I hugged him tight, resting my whole weight on him as we laid there, still connected.

Our breathing slowly coming back to normal.

After a while, he released me and he lowered me slowly to the floor. I staggered a bit, my legs barely supporting me as I walked to the chair few meters away.

"Can you pass me my bag?", I asked as he tossed the bag I had threw on the floor when we entered the room to me.

"You... you feel different tonight, Clara", he said as he entered the shower, a huge smile on his face.

I swiped up my phone and I saw a message from Clara.

"Oh yes, did she even know I was around?", I thought.

I clicked the message to read.

"I saw you leave with Nick, Please tell me you guys didn't fuck", the message read.

Oh shit....did I just fuck up?