The first thing I should have noticed when I “woke up” was all of the c*m sticking to my skin and hair. And I should have noticed I was naked when I knew for sure I’d been wearing a t-shirt and panties. The first thing I actually noticed was how tired I still was. I mean, I’m used to feeling tired all of the time — adulting, am I right? — but this was a tired beyond anything I’d ever felt. It felt like I’d just had the most intense workout of my life.
Which, of course, was absolutely correct.
But, despite my conversation with Faith, my mind wasn’t ready to accept the truth. I lay there for just a moment, wondering how in the world I was going to make it through a full workday, feeling as tired as I did. And then I noticed the c*m. And I blamed Oscar. It was ridiculous, of course. There w
