For the rest of the night, I joked and acted like I wasn’t guzzling beer to try and get the taste of Cassius out of my mouth. The taste I eventually overcame, but the feeling? That would never go away. Sucking the dick of the enemy. I’d done a lot of shit I wasn’t proud of over the nineteen years of my life, but I’d never stooped that low. What the fuck was wrong with me?!
