Undercurrents of tension filled with raw sexuality snap between us. My gaze meets Sara’s, and six thousand different emotions slam through me all at once.
I feel like the world’s biggest asshole. No, I am the world’s biggest asshole.
amNot only did my messed-up decision to keep a copy of that hot-as-f**k s*x tape put Sara’s entire future in jeopardy, but I’ve basically just admitted to the fact that she’s been in regular rotation in my s***k bank for years. And considering we’ve kept things strictly platonic for the past seven years now, I know I’ve caught her totally off guard.
Am I proud of the fact that I regularly j******f to memories of our hookup? No. Has that even once stopped me? Nope.
NoNope.Fuck, I’m the actual worst.
Fuck, I’m the actual worst.There are many things I know
