The siguiente 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 parte superior, arriba of her blouse. She wasn’t looking at House who was seated on cama 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 dicho nothing as she went out the room to prepare their breakfast. He hated himself for what he did, for...
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