Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 992

Larry had assumed she was remembering, but apparently not. That didn’t stop him from complaining. “There’s no one else in this house, so obviously I changed you. Sarah, you really need to drink less when you’re out. Most people couldn’t handle you. We’ve had drinks before, but I’ve never seen you lose control like that… Oh, right, you weren’t at my place then. So, are you always this much of a mess when you’re drunk?”

His words sent Sarah’s mind spiraling. A man and a woman, alone, and something happened that required a change of clothes? And he used words like ‘handle you’… Did she… Did she comfort him by getting drunk and forcing herself on him?

Her expression grew complicated. She couldn’t believe she was capable of such a thing.

Larry was still ranting. “You said you were going to comfort me, but in the end, I was the one comforting you. You kept me up so late. I’d been held captive for over a day, I dealt with all that drama, and I was exhausted. By the time I got you out of the bathroom and into bed, I didn’t even have the energy to leave. I just collapsed next to you. And now you’re trying to kick me?!” He had been kicked a few times during the night, but he’d let it slide because she was drunk. But for her to do it again after waking up? Did she have no conscience?

Sarah gasped. Her imagination was already running wild with X-rated scenarios. Had she and Larry really done something that wild? In the bathroom, no less? No wonder her limbs felt so sore and weak this morning. The problem, she realized with dawning horror, was her.

*Sarah, you’re an animal!* she screamed at herself internally. *How could you do that to him in his condition? You took advantage of him! You’re a terrible person!* What was she supposed to do now? She berated herself while frantically trying to figure out a solution. They were friends, and she had taken advantage of him. She couldn't just pretend nothing happened, especially not when he was already so emotionally vulnerable.

Last night, she hadn't remembered, so she could have tried to deny it to herself. But waking up this morning and practically groping him? There was no excuse. Her eyes drifted uncontrollably towards the evidence of his victimhood. His robe was open, revealing a sculpted chest and a tantalizing trail of muscle leading down from his tight, eight-pack abs…

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