the other hitting the floor.
“Yeah. You came hard as fuck.
“Told you I had that tongue game locked.”
He’s looking up at me, waiting for praise.
“You felt that tongue?”
I feel...
I feel…
Sick.
“I—”
I close my thighs.
My heart’s slamming,
pissed, conned, and confused.
I drag my hand over my face,
covering my mouth even though Andrew never touched it.
When I stand, the ground tilts,
forgetting it’s supposed to hold me.
I came forAndrew.
The wet between my legs is still warm,
Ben,
and wrong.
And now?
I can’t be near Ben without wanting to unzip my skin and step out of it.
I walk?—
no—
stumble—
into the bathroom,
door slamming shut behind me.
There's no time to lock it.
I'm falling to my knees, vomiting,
then dry heaving,
