I Don't Know Yet (Part 2)

And the unexpected happened. Yes, she'd slept with her boyfriend's best friend.

She was sitting on the edge of the bed, the same bed where, minutes earlier, she'd committed the greatest betrayal of her life.

She buried her face in her hands. She didn't want to see anyone anymore. No one... Not even herself...

Radek lay in bed, his gaze never leaving hers. They were silent. He knew he'd made a mistake. Remorse tore at him mercilessly.

"God! What have I done!" he screamed in his mind.

Unfortunately, time couldn't be turned back. He moved closer to her. He put his arm around her. She pulled away. She stood directly in front of him.

"Don't ever touch me again! Do you understand? Never!" she screamed.

"Sylwia..." he whispered, lowering his head. "Forgive me." That was all he managed to say. "

Marcin can't find out about this!" she said, pacing restlessly around the room and clenching her fists. "Do you hear me!?" "She snapped him out of his lethargy.

"Yes, it can't be." He uttered painfully.

"Remember, nothing happened between us!" She said it, even though she was thinking something else. She knew things would never be the same again. "Now we'll leave." She carefully devised a plan that would help disguise everything. "When Marcin asks where we were, you'll say you walked me to the bathroom because I wasn't feeling well."

Radek didn't say anything.

"Do you hear what I'm saying!?

" "Yes, of course."

"God, if only it worked."

They left the room. Sylwia walked ahead of Radek. As they approached the bar, she slowed down. Marcin met them.

"Honey, where have you been all this time? I was worried about you." "

I walked her to the bathroom. She felt bad. I guess those beers did that to her," Radek said as he passed them. "

Honey? But you're feeling better now, aren't you?" he asked.

"Not really." I think something's bothering me.

Marcin embraced her tenderly and led her towards the bar.

"Honey, do you want to go home?"

"Marcin, that would be the best solution. Forgive me," she said regretfully.

"But honey." He kissed her forehead. "Bye." He said goodbye to his friends and, leading Sylwia by the hand, headed for the exit.

"Marcin..." she began sadly. "You know, I love you." She confessed it to him for the first time in two months. It finally dawned on her that she loved only him. And only with him would she be happy.

"Sylwuś, I know that." He smiled, opening the car door. She got in.

She was silent the entire way. He pulled up to his apartment, which his parents had given him on his first day of college. "

We're here.

" "This is your apartment, after all. Not my house.

" "Yes, I know. Honey, I wanted to surprise you. Your parents will let you stay with me," he said, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"Thanks."

They entered the apartment. They headed for the small kitchen, separated from the living room by a brick counter. She sat down on one of the bar stools at the counter. Marcin handed her orange juice and grabbed a cold beer for himself. He went to the bedroom. Sylwia did the same.

She sat in the armchair next to the bed where Marcin lay. She savored the taste of the juice. He didn't take his eyes off her. He watched her every move.

"Honey, come here."

She placed the juice on the table and did as he asked.

She lay next to him. She felt his heartbeat, his even breathing... He stroked her cheek, pushed back the hair that fell over her face... Finally, he kissed her passionately on the lips.

He had been waiting for this moment for an eternity. Ever since he met her, he had been mentally rehearsing all sorts of scenarios for their intimacy.

He ran his hand up her leg. He moved upward. He touched her, caressed her neck with his lips, slipped the straps of her dress.

The thought of betrayal tormented her. She didn't want to do it, not today. She'd had enough adventures for one evening. She'd cheated on him with a friend—she regretted it so much.

If only she could turn back time...

If only she could...

She wouldn't make the same mistake again.

Why had she given in!?

Why...

And he pushed on further.

"Marcel, I can't. I'm sorry." She sat on the edge of the bed, burying her face in her hands.

"I understand. You're not ready yet. I understand." He stroked her back. "

No, Marcel, that's not it. I, I..." Her voice broke, tears began to flow from her eyes.

He looked at her in surprise, unsure what she meant, but he didn't interrupt. He knew she would tell him if she wanted to.

"Marcin, because I..., we..., we have to..., we have to end our relationship." She spoke quickly, as if afraid he would interrupt her, as if she weren't going to say what she wanted to say.

Her words still hadn't sunk in.

"...we have to end our relationship." - it wasn't true. She was only joking. She couldn't break up like that. She loved him, he knew it. He felt the love was mutual.

"But why?" he asked after a moment, his eyes brimming with tears.

"We have to..." she whispered through her tears.

"But Sylwia, I love you!" he shouted.

"Why did he say that!" she thought.

She jumped out of bed and ran out of the apartment. She couldn't stay in his presence any longer.

To be continued...