I still feel Lincoln, even after I’ve showered and dressed. I attempt to distract myself by blow-drying my hair, but each time I look at a space of the narrow bathroom, I picture him on his knees, worshipping my body. I just had a toe-curling, mind-numbing orgasm. From my brother’s best friend. In their shared house. In the wake of my father’s publicized affair and my mom leaving for New York. I’m totally going to Hell.
