So. Embarrassed.
I was embarrassed at Smith’s stinging rejection, but ten thousand times worse than that? My own idiotic behavior. I couldn’t believe how stupid I’d been. I’d failed spectacularly last night, and the sting of white-hot shame was burning a hole in my chest.
I winced as I rolled out of bed. Jeez. I hadn’t even technically had s*x, but my v****a didn’t know it. I was sore and tender deep inside. And not to mention filled with regrets.
JeezSeriously, who botches their first (okay, second) time so badly they can’t convince the guy to follow through?
Seriously, who botches their first (okay, second) time so badly they can’t convince the guy to follow through?Barefoot, I padded toward the bathroom and shed my pajamas while I waited for the water to heat. Utterly ashamed of mys
