Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 732



"I was thinking, maybe just let it be cold and distant," Matt confessed, his voice heavy with emotion. "But deep down, I couldn't let go. That day I saw Clarence calling you, jealousy got the better of me when I remembered he liked you. In a moment of anger, I kissed you. After that, I realized my true feelings."

"And then, when you started seeing Merritt, it hit me like a ton of bricks - I liked you, a lot. And I couldn't stand seeing you with other guys." Christine was taken aback. Matt wasn't usually one for heart-to-hearts. He was more the strong, silent type, except for those pivotal moments. Especially after they'd started messaging each other. She'd tried to flirt, to draw him out, but his replies were few and far between. A "yeah" here, a "no" there. If she got too persistent, he'd go silent, giving her the cold shoulder.

Her message thread was a long string of her own unrequited attempts at conversation.

Even as they drifted apart, after he'd kissed her, she'd wondered if maybe he had feelings for her.

But before she could figure it out, his first love came back into the picture. The sparks between them were undeniable.

Yet, what finally made her decision was Jane explaining why Matt hadn't stayed with his first love - a matter of social class.

But now, hearing him pour his heart out, she saw the depth of his feelings.

Life's too short, she thought. She might not come from a powerful family, but she had Jane in her corner.

"Christine."

Matt's voice, laced with panic in her prolonged silence, was about to make another promise when she suddenly kissed him.

It took him only a second to respond, pulling her closer.

Merritt paced his room restlessly, worried Christine might still be trying to win Matt over. When he went to look for her, he caught them in a passionate embrace.

The sound of a door unlocking echoed as they, still locked in a kiss, stumbled into the room. The door shut behind them.

Alcohol and dopamine fueled the

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"Wait..."

Christine, now on the bed, held Matt back, "I need a shower first."

Without missing a beat, Matt lifted her in his arms, kicking the bathroom door open, "Together."

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As warm water cascaded over them,

they found each other's lips again

But the moment was fleeting,

leaving them staring at eachother in

awkward silence.

Christine opened her mouth to speak, but Matt cut her off with a stern, "Don't."

She wanted to spare his pride, so she remained silent.

Wrapping her in a towel, Matt carried her back to bed. They hadn't bothered to pull the curtains, and the moonlight bathed them in a gentle glow. Perhaps it was the moon's soft light that revealed the storm brewing on Matt's face.

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After a moment, Christine reached for the remote and closed the curtains, plunging the room into darkness.

A silence settled between them before Christine suggested, "Maybe we should just sleep."

Her words barely hung in the air

when Matt's warm hand gripped her

ankle, pulling her close, his kiss

trailing from her lips to her ear, his voice a husky whisper, "Forget about sleeping."