Chapter SevenOnce again, I’m home and confused. Although in the end Mark and I had a nice evening together, I couldn’t shake the earlier awkwardness completely.
I like spending time with him. I think I might even like him as a person. But I don’t like being forced into things.
Men have an awful habit of making you feel like you owe them something. Isn’t it enough that I choose to spend my time with him more regularly now? Why does one always have to move forward? What’s wrong with being content with the here and now?
I drop my stuff on the floor next to the sofa and sit down, letting the plush cushions envelop me. Home sweet home. At least here I’m free to do whatever the f**k I want.
Closing my eyes for a moment, I try to clear my head, but it’s not working. Restless, I sit up and not
