Regret Came Too Late

It took more than an hour of driving before Grace finally arrived at the run-down small house.

The house was at least 20 years old, situated in a barren mountainous area, with abandoned building materials scattered around. It had an eerie, desolate feel to it.

Moreover, in the abandoned courtyard, a grave stood out of place against the decaying surroundings. The grave, however, was impeccably clean, and fresh flowers were placed in front of it.

To be so far out in the outskirts, living in a small house with nothing but a solitary grave nearby how lonely must that be?

Grace felt a pang of sympathy. Then she noticed that all the windows in the room were sealed shut, completely covered. Not a single beam of light could get through. It was likely as dark inside during the day as it was at night.

She pressed the doorbell, but before she could press it a second time, a hand reached out eagerly and pulled her inside.

"You don't have to be in such a hurry every time. The stuff I bought is still outside."

She turned her head to glance around, and as expected, all she could see was the faintest bit of light.

Before she could say anything more, he quickly turned her head back and kissed her deeply.

Grace melted under his kiss, and before she knew it, he had her in his arms and was carrying her over to the couch.

He couldn't wait another moment, pulling her to sit on his lap, their bodies pressed together.

He leaned back against the couch, his Adam's apple moving sensually as he tightened his grip around her waist.

Grace's hands rested on his chest, feeling his heart beat fast beneath her palms.

His movements were slow this time, but the way his hand caressed her waist was impossible to ignore.

against his chest like a little kitten, unable to stop herself from asking, "Is

was so far out, and if he hadn't told her about

actions didn't stop as he gave her a

alone, there's no place to even buy anything,

his head slightly to look at her. The light was too dim to see clearly, but it seemed

overwhelmed, like a surge of energy

unable to stop herself from making a

good mood tonight as

time she texted

he replied

was angry.

friends.

didn't

in her hands. If he didn't want

to.

his

developed.

here alone, she'd probably go crazy

more, and

her arms around

kissed the top

you feeling sorry for me?"

"Is that a problem?"