Sweat broke out all over me, and I was so tense I didn't dare breathe, fearing I might wake him.
Taking advantage of the fact that Locke was still asleep, I quickly got dressed.
Ignoring the soreness in my body, I quietly slipped out of the hotel before dawn.
Sitting in the taxi on the way home, I kept replaying the events of the previous night, trying to figure out how it had happened.
I wondered, "How did I end up sleeping with Locke?"
My mind was still fuzzy from the hangover, but fragments of last night's memories kept surfacing in my head.
I remembered drunkenly clinging to Locke, crying and begging for his forgiveness.
He had a dark look on his face and tried to push me away, but I just held onto him tighter.
Later, in the taxi, I boldly kissed him.
Then, under the driver's surprised gaze, I began taking off his clothes, saying I would offer myself to him.
As the memories of last night became clearer, I felt so regretful I wanted to strangle myself.
I even started to wonder if my brain and body had betrayed me.
It had been nearly ten years since I last saw Locke.
If it weren't for that damned class reunion, I could've remained single forever.