A Night of Revelations

The dark room on the second floor of Mark’s house was steeped in heavy silence. After the photoshoot, Tim and Anna had come up here without exchanging a word. Anna sat on the edge of the bed, still in her thin robe, her fingers fidgeting anxiously with the belt, her eyes downcast. Tim stood by the window, his back tense, his gaze fixed on the darkness outside. A streetlamp’s pale light cast across his face, highlighting his clenched jaw and furrowed brow. He turned to her sharply, his eyes blazing with pain and anger.

“Anna, how could you?” his voice was low, breaking, each word a sharp jab. “You let him touch you… you… you came from his hands, right in front of me! Do you even know what that felt like?” He stepped toward her, his fists clenching so hard his knuckles turned white. “I sat there like an idiot while you… you just…” He trailed off, his voice cracking, and he turned away, breathing heavily. Images swirled in his mind—her moans, her writhing body, Mark’s fingers… It tore him apart. I should’ve stopped it. Why didn’t I stop it?

Anna leapt from the bed, her green eyes flashing, filled with tears and fury. “You think it was easy for me, Tim?” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “You think I wanted this? I did it for us! For our future!” She stepped toward him, her hands balled into fists, tears streaming down her cheeks. “You said we could try it! And now you’re blaming me? I thought you trusted me!” Her voice broke, and she covered her face with her hands, her shoulders shaking. I shouldn’t have agreed… but I wanted to help us so badly… why doesn’t he see that?

“Trusted you?” Tim spun back to her, his face flushed with anger, his eyes glistening. “How can I trust you after what I saw? You let Mark… that… do that to you!” He ran a hand through his hair, his voice rising. “Do you have any idea what it’s like to watch your girlfriend… to watch you…” He stopped, his chest heaving. “I felt like nothing, Anna! Nothing!” He turned away, his shoulders slumping, a storm of jealousy and shame raging inside him. Why didn’t I stop her? Why did I… want to watch?

Tim’s thoughts tore at his mind. Anna couldn’t take it anymore. Her heart was breaking from the pain and guilt. “I… I can’t talk to you right now,” she muttered, her voice barely audible, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I need… I need to get the tablet from Mark. He said he left my photos on it.” She stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her, her bare feet pounding on the wooden stairs. She couldn’t stay here, not now, not when every word from Tim cut her like a knife.

In the living room, Mark sat on the couch, sipping whiskey, his gaze fixed on the tablet lying on the table in front of him. Hearing footsteps, he looked up and saw Anna—her eyes red from crying, cheeks wet, her robe slightly open, revealing her thighs. His lips curled into a slight smile.

“What’s wrong, star?” he asked, his voice soft but with a hint of mockery. “Fight with Tim?”

Anna stopped, her hands trembling as she wiped her tears. “I… I need the tablet,” she said, her voice weak, breaking. She stepped toward the table, but tears welled up again, and she sobbed, covering her face with her hands. “I… I don’t know what to do… he… he hates me…” Her shoulders shook, and she sank onto the couch beside Mark, unable to hold back her sobs.

Mark set his glass down and slid closer, his hand resting on her shoulder, squeezing lightly. “Hey, hey, don’t cry,” he said, his voice softening, almost comforting. “Tim’s just jealous. That’s normal. He’ll get over it.” His hand slid down her back, his fingers stroking gently, while his other hand rested on her thigh, slowly inching higher. “You did the right thing, Anna. You’re incredible… you saw those photos… you were born for this.” His voice dropped, a husky edge to it, as his fingers on her thigh squeezed harder, slipping under the edge of her robe.

Anna shuddered, her body tensing. She felt a spark of heat from his touch again, but her mind screamed that this was wrong. “Mark… stop,” she whispered, her voice trembling, and she barely managed to push his hand away, standing up from the couch.

" I... I can't, I'm not Rachel. ” She grabbed the tablet, her fingers shaking, and looked at him, her eyes still brimming with tears. “But… you’re right about the photos. I… I should start posting them on Onlygram. The next shoots… they won’t be free, right? "

Mark smiled, his gaze full of satisfaction. “Of course not,” he said, leaning back on the couch. “I’ll help you set up an account. You’ll make a ton of money, Anna. You won’t regret it.” He winked, but there was a predatory glint in his eyes.

Anna nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat, and hurried back to the room, her heart pounding. I shouldn’t have let him touch me… but he’s right… we need the money…

She entered the room, closing the door behind her, and saw Tim sitting on the bed. His head was lowered, his hands gripping the edge of the blanket. He looked up, his eyes full of pain, but the anger seemed to have faded.

Anna set the tablet on the table and sat beside him, her hands still trembling. “Tim… please, look at the photos,” she said quietly, her voice soft but insistent. “I want you to understand… it’s just work. It doesn’t mean I don’t love you.” Her green eyes met his, filled with so much pleading that Tim felt his heart clench.

He shook his head, his jaw tightening. “I can’t, Anna,” he said, his voice hoarse, thick with tension. “I’m… I’m scared. Scared that I’ll… that…” He turned away, his cheeks flushing with shame, his mind racing. I shouldn’t feel this… it’s wrong… but I can’t stop those images… her moans… her body…

Anna frowned, her heart racing. “That what?” she asked, her voice sharpening, but there was pain in it. “That it’ll disgust you again! You’re jealous, right? You think I’m… some kind of slut for doing this?” Her voice trembled, and she clenched her fists, her eyes filling with tears again. He hates me… I’ve ruined everything…

Tim turned to her sharply, his eyes flashing with desperation. “No, Anna!” he shouted, his voice shaking with emotion. “It’s not disgusting! It… it turned me on, damn it! And that’s what’s killing me. I watched him touch you, watched you… watched you come, and I… I got turned on! And I’m ashamed of it, okay? I’m ashamed that I didn’t stop it, that I… that I wanted to watch!” He buried his face in his hands, his shoulders trembling, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me…"

Anna froze, her breath catching. She’d expected anger, disgust, but not this. Her own anger melted away, replaced by relief. She slowly reached out and touched his shoulder, her fingers gentle, soothing. “Tim…” she whispered, her voice full of tenderness. “You don’t have to be ashamed. It’s… it’s definitely strange. We both… we both got caught up in it. But I love you. And I did this for us.” She moved closer, her hand sliding down his back, her eyes shining with tears, but they were tears of relief now. I thought he hated me…

Tim lifted his head, his eyes wet, but the anger was gone. He looked at her, and in his gaze was vulnerability mixed with relief. “I love you too, Anna,” he said, his voice quiet but sincere. “I… I just don’t know how to deal with this. But I don’t want to lose you.” He reached out and touched her cheek, his fingers gently wiping away the traces of her tears. "Just stay here… with me…"

Anna smiled, her lips trembling, but there was warmth in her smile. She moved closer and hugged him, her arms wrapping around his neck, her head resting against his chest. “We’ll figure it out,” she whispered, her voice soft, soothing. “Together. Just… promise we’ll talk to each other… about everything.”

“I promise,” Tim replied, his arms tightening around her, his voice steadier. “I… I’ll try to be honest. Even if it’s… hard.” He kissed her forehead, his lips lingering on her skin, and he felt the tension in his chest slowly dissolve. We’ll get through this… we have to…

They lay down in bed, their bodies pressed close, the warmth of their embrace melting away the last of the tension. Tim held her tighter, his breathing steadying, and Anna closed her eyes, feeling her heart calm. They hadn’t solved all their problems, but tonight they’d taken a step toward reconciliation—with themselves and with each other. Tomorrow would be a new day, but for now, they were together, and that was enough.

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