Our clothes are scattered across the floor. The sheets are a mess.
He's in the shower. Naked. I'm here. Naked.
We fucked.
I'm fucked.
Last night plays itself in my head in flashes of hands and lips, our bodies tangling, moving, but most of all I remember him. I feel short of breath.
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