It's been 3 days since the movie night, and I've slammed myself into overtime at the bar which is conveniently helping me to avoid Jackson. I know it's pathetic, considering these were girls from before we started seeing each other, but the reminder of how many people he has been with has thrown my mind through a million loops. He knows what he's doing, he's been with an unknown number of women who were most definitely more attractive than I am, and they definitely knew what they were doing too. There's no way I can compare to them. Up until now, I had managed to keep my insecurities in the bedroom mainly at bay, and instead I tried to focus on how good he was making me feel. But now all I can think about is if he was feeling good too, or if I was absolutely awful to the point where he was
