I sat alone in my room, somehow still in a daze.
Then I stared at the utensils for a long time before closing the box and standing up, gathering the booklet, the box, and the... bottle in my arms to mechanically walk into the bathroom.
There I placed everything on the bathroom floor before sitting down on the closed toilet.
I leaned forward, propped my elbows on my knees, and placed my head on my intertwined hands to stare down at the three things.
...Am I really...am I really going through with this?
I had absolutely no interest in stuffing something into my ass, not now, not in a week.
However, an exchange and me going first sounded like a good deal—sounded fair enough.
And we probably would try it anyway in a few years of not really doing it... so why not now...?
I internally groaned, cursed Henry, and just couldn't bring myself to reach for the box or lubricant.
So the booklet it was.
