Pen
Paranoia has been my worst enemy so far this week.
I couldn't stop thinking about his face. Not the conversation we had after the mind-blowing s*x or even the mind-blowing s*x, just his face. His eyes, his teeth, that's all I could think about. At work, I was jumpy, not sure if he was going to pop up out of nowhere.
I didn't want to see him. I was afraid. My heart hammered against my ribcage just thinking about it now. His texts, his calls, I ignored them all even if it hurt. He had refused to tell me what he was, but after seeing his face, I couldn't drop it.
And I told him I needed time. I told him I couldn't see him until he told me.
And so at work I was jumpy because I wasn't sure if he had listened to me. I wasn't sure if he was going to actually give me the space I needed to
