AmySleep.
My bed.
More sleep.
I stare at the textbook on my desk in front of me as I absentmindedly hit my pencil eraser against the glossy page in a slow cadence. The equations on the page are a blur. Solving for X isn’t present in the priorities of my brain. The memory of losing my virginity to Everett invaded my dreams last night, and now, that past has been playing on a reel in my mind all day.
I remember how shattered I felt then, and it’s almost laughable. The part of the memory that’s haunting me the most is how Landon helped me through it, as he did with all of my problems while growing up. Yet, now, when I’m truly destroyed, he’s the one person who can’t help me.
It’s not lost on me how very messed up my dating history is. My first time having s*x with someone who I’d thought
