The Morning After
Language: en
At my high school reunion, Bennett Hayes, the guy I’d crushed on for three years, actually showed up. I didn't say a single word to him all night. By the time the party wound down and everyone had drifted away, I was the only one left to haul his drunken self back to his hotel. In the room, watching him sprawled on the bed, I fought a internal battle for a long time. Eventually, I managed to keep my baser instincts in check. I didn’t expect him to show up at my front door the next morning, looking hurt, asking: "How did you hold back?" I was completely lost. "Weren't you wasted?" He…