It was the longest drive of Thomas life. No tears rolled down his face. Not that he did want them. No he had spent them all at the cabin. He felt raw, and empty. With each turn of the turn himself loathing grew. Replying the day’s events over and over in his mind. How could he rape the woman he loved for so many years? He asked him self over and over. Cursing himself.<br/><br/><br/>Miranda had every right to hate him. To punish him. Yet she didn’t do either. Rather she blame herself as always. But this wasn’t her flaunt. No it was not Miranda’s flaunt and he knew. It was his. Yes she was walking around in a towel and nothing else. She had every right to do so. Yes she kissed him. Big freaking deal. It was not the first time she had done that. But want spurred him on was her reaction to him. He loved it. Every moment. Right up until she called out Brettly. Thomas hit the steering wheel in frustration at the thought. Then let his anger and lust take over. He should have stop when she pleaded for him to stop and didn’t. Now everything was ruined. Their friendship. She would never trust him again. It was his fault. He followed her home made sure she got there safely then headed to his penthouse. Promptly climbed into a bottle of whiskey.<br/><br/><br/>Brently wanted to yell at Miranda. Scream and rant at her for not staying in contact with him. Had planned on it. Savoring every self-righteous moment. Because once again she was wrong. Oh yes the old Brently was alive and well. All that was gone when she flung herself at him. Miranda repeated cries and pleas dented his resolve.<br/><br/><br/>“ It alright, I understand” He said in a hushing tone. He didn’t understand. None of it. But she was back and unharmed and that was all that matter to him. For now.<br/><br/><br/>“ You’re home now that’s all that matters.” He said as he rub her back and rained kisses on her face.“Please don’t ever do that again. I thought I lost you again. This time for good.” He admitted.