DAY 13
DAY 13It’s July first, which means I’ve been stuck inside for nearly two weeks. Not being able to read the comments on the post Kendall made is making me twitch. Luckily, we’re chatting today, and I plan to find out everything she knows.
“Hey, sis, how ya holding up?” she asks in a cheerful tone.
I sit outside and huff, ignoring the mild hangover I woke up with this morning. I’m not about to mention the embarrassing stunt I pulled yesterday. Tristan was a proper gentleman while I stripped down nearly naked and drank too much. I could barely look him in the eyes this morning as he served breakfast and asked how I slept.
With my hand between my legs, thinking of him.
With my hand between my legs, thinking of him.“I’m losing my damn mind. What are people saying about me online?”
