The next morning when I woke up on the couch, was to think about last night. Me buying the Chinese food, then reading those emails, getting ready, find out Ryan was at my door, the dinner, and then kissing my boss goodnight.
Wait, what? f**k, I kissed Mr. Nelson last night. I shouldn't have drunk too much. I sighed in disbelief for what I did and I came to the realization that I had to see him again this morning... speaking of it, which I was already five minutes late. I was sure I set up the alarm, as I always did, but it seems I didn't hear it this time.
Fuck my life. Why was I such a mess? I got up faster than I ever did in my entire life and started getting dressed as fast as I could and my hands allowed me to. I was still a bit slow from last night and I thought a thousand times why
