Virginia
I wake up, and I am still on the couch. I slowly spin around carefully, and I find Beckham lying on the floor wrapped in Austyn's hot pink blanket. He is huge, and it barely covers his upper body. I snap a picture and send it to my sister group chat. They all take their turns roasting him. I sit up, and I instantly regret it. I gag and run to the restroom.
"Virginia," I hear Beckham at the door. I hate that he keeps seeing me this way. I feel very vulnerable, and I don't know if I want him to see me this way, so I somehow reach back and slam the door closed. I feel guilty, but I also feel like things between us have changed. I don't think I can blindly trust him right now. Maybe that is why. There is so much we have to work through. I just hope we can get back to where we were
