I groaned and pulled the blanket over my head.
Who does that? I had literally just told him through those stupid words that there would be more f*****g. And there wouldn’t! I’m done. I made a mistake and I’m not losing control of myself ever again. What the f**k is that? High school? Oh, that f*****g phone. Oh, my f*****g fingers. Oh, that f*****g man that scrambled my senses and made me lose all my sense of reasoning.
I can not even bear to guess what he must think of me now. Especially with that text. He must think I’m so easy. So cheap. He might see me tomorrow and never talk about the s*x ever again. He might act like it was just a drunken one-night stand. Like I was probably just one of his many conquests.
That would be good right? He would ignore me and I would ignore him, and fo
