The volgende morning was like before. Things change since they decided to go with the flow last night. Cuddy was up and was closing the last button on top, boven of her blouse. She wasn’t looking at House who was seated on bed with only a blanket on. He, too, wasn’t looking at her. He ran a palm on his hair and finally got the courage to look at her.
House: I’m sorry for what had happen…
Cuddy: <smirk and looked at House> Knock it off… It wasn’t your fault… We both wanted it…
House zei nothing as she went out the room to prepare their breakfast. He hated himself for what he did, for...
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