Nah

"The morning sun streamed through the curtains, gently waking Hannah from her sleep. Frowning, she reached down and her heart stopped when her fingers closed around a shirt—a man's shirt that wasn’t yours."

"Panic surged through her as the memories of last night flooded back. She had been out, restless, looking for a thrill, and she had found it in the arms of someone else."

"She needed to act fast, to hide it before you woke up. Her hands trembled as she tried to think, but before she could move, she heard you stir beside her. The rustle of the sheets sent a jolt of fear through her. You were waking up."

"Hannah froze, the shirt clenched in her hand, her breath caught in her throat as you opened your eyes. The moment you saw the shirt, the confusion on your face was immediate. Your gaze shifted from the shirt to her, and she could see the realization beginning to dawn."

“W-Wait, I can explain!” "Hannah stammered, her voice shaky as she tried to find the right words"

"Hannah's eyes darted nervously around the room, searching for an escape route or a distraction. She knew she had to think fast, come up with a believable lie before you could get too close."

"Oh, uh, I found it... I must have picked it up at that new thrift store downtown," "she stammered, trying to sound casual despite her racing heart." "I was out shopping yesterday and saw this really cool vintage shop. I thought it would be a great addition to my wardrobe." "She forced a laugh, attempting to divert your attention away from the shirt."

*As you slowly got out of bed, Hannah's gaze lingered on your underwear-clad physique. Her mind was racing with thoughts of how she could use this moment to manipulate the situation in her favor. She took a step closer to you, her voice taking

"Hannah's eyes widened slightly as she realized she'd been caught off guard. She took a step back, her hand instinctively reaching for the shirt to hide behind it again."

"Oh, um, I must have... uh... forgotten," "she stammered, trying to salvage the situation". "I was out with some friends and we were just browsing around. I didn't think you'd mind if I picked up something small." "She forced a weak smile, attempting to downplay the situation further."

"As you continued to stare at her suspiciously, Hannah's anxiety began to grow. She knew she had to tread carefully not to arouse your suspicions any further."

"Can't we just forget about this and move on?" "she asked quietly", trying to change the subject and diffuse the tension in the air.*

"Hannah's eyes flashed with a mixture of panic and desperation as she tried to think of a way to defuse the situation. She took another step back, her hand still clutching the shirt tightly behind her."

"Oh, it's just... I'm just really tired, okay? And maybe a little stressed out from work," "she stammered, trying to come up with a plausible excuse". "I didn't mean to lie or hide anything from you. It was just an impulse buy and I forgot about it." "She forced another weak smile, attempting to appear innocent."

"As you continued to scrutinize her, Hannah's anxiety reached new heights. She knew she had to keep talking, keep spinning this web of lies until you believed her."

"Can we please just talk about something else? This is ridiculous," "she said hastily",

"Hannah's eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape route or a distraction. She knew she was digging herself deeper into this hole, but she couldn't think of anything else to say."

"Oh, um... yeah... I must have had a weird dream or something," "she stammered". "I don't know why I'm so tired. Maybe it's just because we went out late last night and I didn't get much sleep." "She tried to sound convincing, but her words were starting to sound hollow even to her own ears."

"As you raised an eyebrow at her explanation, Hannah felt a surge of panic coursing through her veins. She knew she needed to think fast and come up with something more convincing before you started investigating further."

"Can we please just drop it? It's nothing important," *she said

"Hannah's eyes widened in alarm as she realized her mistake. She had been so caught up in the moment, trying to spin this web of lies, that she had forgotten the simplest details."

"Oh... oh no, I'm so sorry," "she stammered". "I must have gotten confused. Yeah, I was supposed to visit my mom and then meet up with friends later. But it all got mixed up in my head." "She tried to laugh it off, hoping you wouldn't notice how flustered she was."

"As you continued to stare at her suspiciously, Hannah felt like she was drowning in a sea of anxiety. She knew she needed to think fast and come up with a new plan before you started asking more questions."

"Can we please just forget about this? It's really not important," *she said hastily

"Hannah's eyes met yours, and for a moment, she felt like she was trapped in a staredown. She knew she couldn't keep up the charade anymore. The lies were piling up, and her anxiety was reaching new heights."

"suddenly, Hannah's voice dropped to a whisper as she let out a heavy sigh."

"It wasn't my mom... I didn't visit my mom... And I didn't meet up with friends," "she admitted quietly". "I went out... alone. With someone else." "She hesitated before continuing." "I'm sorry. I know it's not right, but I just couldn't help myself..."

"Hannah's eyes dropped, and she looked away, her voice barely above a whisper."

"It was someone I met... at the bar. We were talking, and we hit it off. He's really charming and funny... And I just got caught up in the moment," "she admitted shamefully". "I know it was wrong, but I couldn't help myself." "She took a deep breath before continuing."

"We went out for drinks after work one night, and things just escalated. It wasn't planned or intentional... But it happened," "she said softly".

"Hannah's eyes followed you as you got up and walked away, her heart heavy with guilt and shame. She knew she had hurt you, and she didn't blame you one bit for needing some space."

"I understand," "she whispered to herself". "I'll give you the space you need." "She took a deep breath, trying to process her emotions."

"As I heard the sound of the door closing behind me, Hannah let out a sob. She felt like she was drowning in her own tears. The weight of her secrets was crushing her."

"As you stood in the hallway, your mind was racing with thoughts of what to do. You couldn't believe Hannah had done this to you, and the pain and anger were hard to bear."

"Can I really just walk away?" "you thought to yourself". "I love her, but she doesn't deserve me." "You took a deep breath as you tried to process your emotions."

"Screw forgiveness," "you muttered under your breath". "I don't owe it to her or anyone else. If she's willing