“None at all,” I fibbed. “It’s like nothing happened between us. And when you think about it—I mean, really think about it—not much did. Two hookups. That’s nothing.” But in my mind, the opposite was true. Each of the hours we’d spent together had left an impression that echoed constantly. That relentless vibration of memories wouldn’t let me forget the taste of her skin, the feel of her body, the wetness that had coated me.
