Pants lying on the floor at the foot of the bed, arm resting over my heated face, I kept replaying it in my head over and over again. The noises I'd made, the way I'd invited him between my legs, my suggestion to lose clothes.
The most humiliating statement was: "I'm frustrated."
Who would ever willingly admit something like that out loud?
It was like all of her logic dissipated the moment that Roy touched me. Like all my inhibitions went away and I just spoke my mind freely. Rambling in a humiliating way. Articulating aloud thoughts that should definitely stay hidden away in my mind.
When my arm fell to the bed above my head, I found myself staring up at the girl floating above me, arms crossed, cheeks puffed, and immediately put my arm back over my eyes, opting not to think abou
