I was already back at my apartment—a decent drive from Nelly’s place. I’d taken a long, hot shower earlier, scrubbing away the sticky remnants of the night, the scent of sex still faint on my skin even after. Now I lay sprawled across my bed in nothing but an oversized T-shirt and panties, legs tangled in the sheets, scrolling through X on my phone while my Ipad propped up beside me streamed my favorite Nigerian Call of Duty player. His voice filled the room with rapid commentary and ...