Chapter 22
Charlotte
I poked at the eggs benedict on my plate, my appetite nonexistent. How could I have been so stupid? There was no need for me to be on the pill since I wasn’t sexually active. That one guy—just one, happened years ago, and it was a one-night wonder that ended in disaster with me being punched in the face with reality. The reality being that your first was not even close to what they portrayed it to be in sloppy love stories. There were no floating lanterns by the ocean, no romance drifting in the perfect summer breeze. There sure as hell were no butterflies and rainbows popping up in the air while you got deflowered with Barry White singing in the background. It was unromantic. Awkward. Painful. And the Earth sure as f**k did not move for me with a guy named John sett
