My Own Mental Syria
KeatonSunday morning I wake up when my alarm goes off at ten.
My father is in town. That’s the only explanation for why I’d set an alarm on the Sunday following a football victory and a night of intense—and well-deserved—partying.
Annika is asleep beside me. We’re both naked, but I’m pretty sure we were too drunk to fool around.
No time like the present, then.
I roll toward her and wrap an arm around her sleeping body. My eyes drift shut again. But I don’t fall asleep. My mind goes back to the text convo I had. And the homework assignment SinnerThree asked me to do.
Fill in the rest, he’d said.
I’ve tried not to think about it these past two days. I mean, this threesome is supposed to be about Annika, not me. I’m not supposed to be intrigued by SinnerThree, or be
