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The first date is a little awkward on my part. Well, more than a little awkward.
It’s totally my fault since I drank three coffees and a Diet Coke, caffeine-high, and now I’m having to pee almost every twenty minutes. Conversation is stilted on my side, my belly quivering with nerves and my food sits heavy in my stomach.
Beckett is charming and sweet as always, and I can’t help but wait for the other shoe to drop, to wait for the other façade of Beckett’s to make its way through when I’m not the person he’s made me out to be.
I mean, I thought Frankie loved me, too, and I can’t help but paint Beckett with the same brush, which isn’t fair. I know it isn’t fair, but here we are.
My therapist has been talking me through it, unwinding the tangled thoughts in my brain when it come
