Chapter 2
Wrong. I never saw him again.
“Maybe I should have just done it,” I said to Spencer sometime mid-January, as we sat in the back corner booth having my coffee and his croissants before opening.
“Just have s*x when you don’t feel like it? Yeah. Everyone should do that.”
“I did feel like it, but there were more reasons con than pro. I would have loved to continue what we were doing…getting to know each other.”
“Maybe you could have if…”
“Hey. Whose side are you on? He was a jerk…coming on like that.”
“Sort of sounds like it.”
“But I miss him.”
“So, hit him up.”
“I never got his number.”
“Go see him at work.”
“No. If he was really interested in something more than bending me over the dish sanitizer, he wouldn’t have disappeared like he did.”
“Then I guess…” Spencer touch
