It wasn't my intention

Isabella's pov:

The ride back home was silent and awkward. His knuckles were white all the way due to his tight grip on the steering wheel and mine were white due to constant fidgeting and twisting. 

Why didn't I think that I was going back home with him in the same car. It was making everything more awkward. It happened to me before. That night I acted foolishly and ran out of the house only to be attacked and saved by him. 

I was regretting everything that happened. Not because I annoyed him but because now I wanted more. The memories of his touch were burning the spots his hands touched but I had to control myself. I just made out with a man who is already in a relationship. He cheated on his girlfriend twice and I was the reason. Maybe not the first time but this time I was definitely the reason. 

Don't come looking for me Karma. 

It wasn't my intention. 

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