AS THE COLD WATER from the shower faucet beats down relentlessly on my overheated skin, I pound my head softly against the tiled walls. I'm so ashamed of myself right now. I just let Sinclair tongue-f**k me on the island in my kitchen. It was only after I had gotten off and after I had gotten him off that I realized what we had done. There had been no s*x—at least not of the penetrating kind—but the things we had done had been incredibly s****l. Even now, thinking about it made my skin feel about fifty degrees hotter.
It made me wonder if I was a good person. I mean, I said that I wanted to protect, not only myself from Sinclair, but Sinclair from me. Because I knew there would always come a day when I would want to break things off with him before he could break this off with me. I knew
