Do I make you nervous Part II
I wake to the morning sunlight, stretch my arms, and pull myself out of bed. After slipping on my slippers I walk myself down the stairs and begin to pour myself a cup of orange juice. It has been three weeks since my encounter with Mason, and ever since then I’ve been avoiding him, its not that I am afraid of him, I just feel somewhat ashamed of myself, allowing him to take advantage of me like that. I sip from my cup. Or am I more ashamed of how much I enjoyed it? I think back to that day,...
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