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As soon as she saw him, her heart started racing. She knew she shouldn’t feel this way. Not after what he had done. But the pull between them was undeniable.

Nancy had been best friends with Tom for years. They grew up together and shared everything. But when she found out he had broken her trust by sleeping with her boyfriend, she cut him out of her life completely.

It had been months since she had seen him, and yet here he was, standing in front of her at a mutual friend’s party. He looked as handsome as ever in his black button-down shirt and designer jeans.

Tom walked towards her with a look of regret in his eyes. “Nancy, I’m so sorry. I know I messed up. But I miss you. Can we just talk?”

Nancy was hesitant, but something deep inside of her told her she needed to hear him out. She followed him to the empty kitchen, where he poured them both a drink.

As they sat down at the island, Tom started talking. He told her he was in a dark place when he slept with her boyfriend. He was going through a breakup and was looking for an escape.

“I know what I did was unforgivable, but Nancy, I miss you so much. I miss our late-night talks and our adventures. I know I broke your trust, but I want to fix things between us,” Tom said, his blue eyes desperate and sincere.

Nancy couldn’t deny that she missed him too. She missed the way he could make her laugh and how he knew her better than anyone else. She wondered about it for a moment before taking a sip of her drink.

“Okay, Tom. I’m willing to hear you out. But you have to understand that what you did hurt me deeply,” Nancy said, her eyes meeting his.

Tom nodded, relief evident on his face. They spent the next few hours talking and catching up, and by the time the party was over, Nancy had forgiven Tom, but she couldn’t deny the lust that was building within her.

When Tom offered to drive her home, she accepted, feeling a thrill run through her body at the wondered of being alone with him. As they drove, she caught him stealing glances at her, his eyes dark with desire.

When they finally arrived at her apartment, Tom turned to her, his hand resting on her thigh. “Nancy, I know I messed up, but I can’t deny that I feel something for you. I can’t stop thinking about you,” he said, his voice low and husky.

Without thinking, Nancy leaned in, pressing her lips to his. The kiss was soft at first, but soon it turned passionate as years of pent-up feelings crashed into them.

Tom pulled her into him, his hands trailing down her back as he deepened the kiss. Nancy gasped as he lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the bedroom.

From that moment on, they were lost in each other. Tom’s touch was like fire on her skin, and every time he whispered her name, Nancy felt herself unraveling.

The weight of their betrayal was still there, but for that moment, it didn’t matter. They were two broken people finding solace in each other’s embrace.

As they fell asleep in each other’s arms, Nancy knew that she was taking a risk by forgiving Tom. But for better or for worse, they were in this together. And for that moment, it was all that mattered.
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