23. Kendra
Kendra
Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god.
I stand in front of my mirrored closet doors and overthink my outfit.
My bed is strewn with nearly every piece of clothing I own, as I’ve already tried on every reasonable option.
It’s breakfast. At home.
I grit my teeth and let out a quiet shriek of stress.
If I delay any longer, my dad will come looking for me, making sure I didn’t fall back asleep.
I wish.
I wish falling back asleep was my biggest problem this morning.
But no.
My biggest problem is the fact that I slept with my dad’s best friend.
And we didn’t just sleep together .
We fucked.
In the span of one evening, we did almost everything two people can do.
And, heaven help me, I want to do it all again.