“ Chelsea, are you OK ?” He was getting dressed and so was I, but I felt weird. One, I was freaking out. I’d just had s*x at work in my boss’s office and there were a f*cking ton of people out there. Two, I just had s*x with Adam, who didn’t always look like Adam, what had I just had s*x with and what had I agreed to or said.
I couldn’t look directly at him, I knew it would come, the freaking out. That’s what I was doing, right ? Freaking out is this what this was. In a way, it felt too calm to be me freaking out. When auntie had died I had majorly freaked out, I’d had panic attacks, cried and not slept a wink in the days after. With Adam for a few days now, I knew something wasn’t right, yet I’d like to so kindly put it. I had not run through the hills screaming. Neither had I stopped
