Chapter 27

Savannah

I slept in his arms.

What would I call that? A mistake? I mean, that’s how it has been so far, so why not go ahead with that narrative?

As soon as I’m awake, I distance myself from him as much as possible and wallow in the loneliness of his gigantic bed. It’s huge enough for me to be in a part of the bed where I feel lonely enough because I cannot touch him or register his presence even if I stretch my limbs.

That’s what I deserve, nothing more.

In the long run, I don’t even wait for him to wake up before I leave his bed to freshen myself up. I take a hot shower to clean myself of every trace of our exciting night.

The water wipes my body clean of the memories, and the only thing that is present in my body that takes me back to our steam is the feeling of emptiness that my sex feels. It’s completely void of him.

I pop the morning-after pills into my mouth to ensure that secret nights of guilty pleasures do not become an open