*Chloe*
There's a concept on college campuses known as the 'walk of shame'. When you skulk home in the early morning sunlight, still wearing the clothes you had on the night before after a one-night stand type of hook-up, then that's the walk of shame.
Only, there's no walk of shame for phone s*x. No sneaking out of windows or out of back doors. Just turn off the phone and no one is the wiser. Or so I thought.
I keenly remember the day after my phone s*x session with Alex. I'd gone into the kitchen for a bowl of oatmeal and maybe a grapefruit before my early morning class. Connie and Sylvia were in the kitchen already, with the latter sitting cross-legged on the counter.
“Hey," Sylvia said.
“Hey," I said back, and smiled a little. I mean, that's all I remember doing, but both of them
