SAMANTHA
"Sam, wake up." Mom's loud voice rang in my ears.
I tried to open my eyes but struggled to do so. My eyelids weighed like one kilogram each. They were heavy because I couldn't sleep last night after Jason left. It took me five hours at least before I could find the proper position to sleep without thinking about the embarrassing moment I shared with him.
Last night, when Jason was entirely on his feet, I quickly gathered his clothes and ran downstairs to the laundry area. I told mom that I'd do it while she was cleaning up the kitchen. I volunteered just to avoid Jason! I couldn't stay close to him after that. And every time the incident played in my head, I could feel my face burning up from shame.
I didn't see anything. I mean Jason's private part. I closed my eyes just befo
