July 2018
Over the last several days, I had way too much time on my hands to obsess about my upcoming interaction with Devon. My mind conjured up a variety of scenarios that ranged from him not speaking to me or maybe even decking me, to us ending up in a passionate embrace in one of Maya’s closets. I felt like I deserved the former more than the latter but wasn’t sure which one I wished for. The more time that passed, the more I regretted my disappearing act. Yet, I didn’t have the courage to return to the club, his apartment, or even Mike’s place for fear that Mike would have heard what I’d done and would lay into me.
I tried to appreciate the beautiful summer day as I walked from the Brookline Hills station to Maya’s place. Oh God, what if Devon told Maya too? She struck me as the kin
