My hair is a wild mess around me—my hair tie was lost to Jaykob’s floor—and I’m in his overlarge shirt, and if I smell even a fifth as strong as the room I woke up in, then I reek of sex. Not to mention, I’m aching everywhere, and covered in sweat—not all of it my own—and other fluids that I do not particularly want to think about in the judgy light of day. It’s no secret what we were up to, but I still find myself wincing at their knowing looks.
