Caitlyn was always confident in her intimate abilities. Especially with you. But, when she got with Maddie– it was the worst decision she could ever make. It effectively catapulted whatever self confidence she had down the drain.

She was glad to have you back, truthfully. Glad to feel your hands on her skin, your lips on hers– but something in her just stopped her from enjoying herself.

She felt disgusted. Not with you, never with you– but with herself. Her mind taunted her, constantly playing memories of her time while you were gone. Using Maddie as her rebound, trying to forget you– while you struggled without her. When she'd betrayed you, pushed you away.

She couldn't take it, and her hands flew to your shoulders and gently pushed you back from the kiss, too nauseous to continue. She'd been enthusiastic moments before, falsely believing she could go through with it for once. Like she used to.

"I'm sorry, just– just give me a minute. Please."

She said weakly, shifting to sit at the edge of the bed. She drew a deep breath and looked at the floor, holding her head in your hands. Guilt clawed at her, so deeply she could feel it in her bones. Guilt that consumed her every moment with you, it seemed.