This is why Ed Westwick has to get out before dawn. And he can’t meet my friends. He can totally come back when they leave, but when he does leave the shame will roll in like crashing waves before a storm. Relentless and consistent, one embarrassing memory after another flooding the conscience.

The shorts! The turned out feet!

Ew! Ew! Ew!

But when the tide recedes, so does your self respect. Which is why, in spite of yourself, when the bootycall text comes in – same time, same place…tonight?

Not even shame can stop you from typing back: Yes.

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