I wake up with a terrible headache and with all my self-respect trampled on by me.
God...I wish there was a magic drink that could erase my memories of last night. How could I make eye contact with Chris now? I sit up and decide to take a shower to cool off a bit.
My body immediately relaxes but my mind continues to punish me by wandering to the moment between me and Chris.
I never drink again. How could I find the courage to talk to him like that? How did I have the courage to give up my shirt in front of him?
Argh... I feel like banging my head against the walls until I forget everything.
I turn off the water and dry my body, then go about my morning routine. Then I put on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and go to the kitchen to make breakfast. When I get to the kitchen, I remem
