My whole life feels different in the morning when I wake up. I’m completely buzzing. It’s like there’s an electric hum just sort of constantly there as I make the bed, being a lot more careful this time of where I put my feet. I don’t need to get caught again this morning when Mom and Carson are both up and at ‘em and moving around the kitchen.

I go upstairs to the bathroom attached to my bedroom and take a shower. The whole time, I just can’t stop thinking about what happened last night.

I’m not a virgin anymore.

It just doesn’t seem possible, but it definitely happened. Just...