Seven days ago, I couldn’t have imagined the feelings currently stirring inside me. And I have one very hot hockey player to blame.
Prior to this trip, my life was simple. Orderly. Everything made sense.
I worked, I studied, I worked some more. I occasionally slept, and complained to my girlfriends about how single I was—but I knew what I wanted. And that was to focus on myself and my career. I’ve never needed a man, never need someone to complete me. I loved being an independent woman. It was part of my identity. Now, things are slightly cloudier.
Am I still super excited about going home to start my residency? Of course. But the part where I go back to being just friends with Asher? That’s a little less clear in my head.
How do you go back to being just friends with a man you"ve hear
