Time to stamp my one-way ticket to eternal damnation. My fingers move to the button of my jeans and with a quick motion, I have them undone and unzipped. Turning back to face Maddie, I give her one last chance to stop me, to tell me to leave. But she doesn’t do any of that. She just stares, right where my hands are, holding my pants up. So I do the only thing that’s left to do, and shove my jeans down my legs, stepping out of them when they pool at my feet. And standing in my white t-shirt and gray boxers, I accept that one night of laying in the same bed as Maddie will be worth any punishment
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