Chapter 72 Lots Of People Are Into It

• When I wake up the next morning, my brain has finally decided to actually process and interpret information. For a few bliss-filled seconds, I am at peace. Then I remember all the shit I did the night before.
• How utterly humiliating.
• I decide that I hate Archer with the entirety of my being. At the very least, I hate the side of me that he exposed: so wanton and desperate, like his cock was the only thing I needed in the whole world. Looking back, it almost seems like I had been hypnotized or something. I certainly wasn’t myself.