My earlier panic and the ringing in my ears was likely the answer to why I hadn’t heard him out there setting it up, because there’s no way he’d been able to do this in silence. Roped lights hung between the palm trees, crisscrossing the tiny space and fastened onto the wall. My blankets had been laid out, along with more, and a dozen cushions I didn’t recognize. Electric tea lights flickered in the twilight, positioned in every corner and crevice he’d been able to find.
. . . I DID NOT LOSE MY VIRGINITY THIS WAY WHAT THE FUCK
