You know that feeling when you wake up with a headache and a rocky stomach and a nasty taste in your mouth in an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room and you really can’t remember what happened the night before for a few minutes? Yeah. That’s what Michael was going through right now. The room was graciously dark. He was propped over on his side with a towel under his face, and his back was against something big and warm. Wasn’t he on a date last night? He totally was. He went on a date with Edwardo, his crush, hottest guy in the city, with the most sexy eyebrows and beautiful voice. He tried to initiate s*x in the limo, going off something he’d seen in a porno…
Alcohol… A bottle of alcohol got opened, and Michael didn’t remember much after that. Did… they have s*x? Was his first time a
